#sorry there wasn't a lot of congestion

[hgfictionwriter]

Sickness

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie's just about to make her big debut with the Thorns and she insists on taking care of you even if it means she may get sick.

Warnings: None

A/N: In response to this request. I completely agree - Jessie would revel in taking care of her partner.

You winced as your alarm rang in your ears. You blindly pawed along the nightstand looking for your phone and turned off the grating sound with relief. You laid out on your back and frowned deeper. Your head was pounding. You inhaled deeply and quickly realized you were congested.

"Oh no."

You opened your eyes and saw light filtering in through the crack in the doorway to your ensuite bathroom; you heard the shower running. Jessie must've gone for a run already.

You forced yourself to sit up in bed and involuntarily winced once more as a sharp pang shot through your head at the movement. This wasn't good.

You cleared your throat, nearly coughing at how inflamed you discovered your throat to be. You got out of bed and made your way to the entryway of the new apartment you and Jessie shared. You'd taken possession a couple of days ago, and though a few boxes remained, you'd mostly unpacked and settled in. Neither of you being particularly materialistic made moving a much easier ordeal than it may have been otherwise.

You looked in the mirror that was freshly hung up and a low grumble emanated painfully from your throat. Though you looked okay for the most part, the bags under your eyes told a different story.

Your ears perked up as you heard the shower turn off and you rushed over to the kitchen, your mind scrambling to remember where you'd decided to store meds. You quickly found the bottle of painkillers and poured yourself a glass of water and hurriedly downed a couple of pills before tucking the bottle away to hide the evidence. You ignored how the pills went down like a couple of razor blades.

You were pouring more water when you heard Jessie pad into the hallway.

"Hey babe," she greeted.

You glanced up, working to rid yourself of the panicked feeling that still lingered. You smiled at her - a very easy feat when your eyes fell upon her in her sweats and a baggy t-shirt as she towel-dried her curly, wet hair. You cleared your throat as subtly as you could.

"Morning." To your relief, your voice sounded alright. For now.

"Did you sleep okay?" She asked as she crossed over to you with a hint of a frown on her face. "You were tossing and turning a lot."

"I'm sorry," you told her and she gave you a laugh.

"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry if you didn't sleep well," she said and wrapped her arms around you and leaned in to give you a kiss. You turned your head and her lips connected with your cheek. She pulled back with a discerning look.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's all good," you told her lightly as you removed yourself from her embrace and wandered over to the living room. You didn't know what you were doing, you just wanted to put as much space between you and her as possible. Her first day of training with the Thorns was tomorrow and the very last thing you wanted was for her to get sick.

You were reticent to tell her you were sick, too. Jessie was exceptionally thoughtful and caring, so if she knew you were sick, she would care for you even if it meant she'd get sick. You didn't want that in any case, but especially not with her being brand new on the team.

A mildly frustrated huff escaped you as you heard Jessie following you into the living room. You pointedly kept your back to her as you busied yourself studying one of your plants. You toyed with the leaves for a while and subtly shifted your gaze to the side, trying to peer at her as discretely as possible when you felt her hovering and not saying anything.

"I can book you a flight back home for a bit." Her voice was small, her words immediately pulling a deep frown out of you. You glanced over your shoulder at her in scrutiny, a low pang in your chest forming as you saw her standing somewhat dejected in the middle of the room.

"I know you came here just for me," she went on, her voice low as she tucked her hands into her pockets and looked up at you, her head hung slightly. "You left a lot behind. I don't take that for granted. I want to do whatever I can to make sure you're happy here. If you need to go back home more often or if I need to fly your friends or family out, I'm all for it. Whatever you need. I want you to be happy."

You turned around fully to face her. Sweet Jessie. Your beautiful, sweet, thoughtful Jessie. This is exactly why she was worth moving halfway around the world for. Your shoulders slumped as guilt crashed over you. You took in her sad, dark eyes and gave her a soft smile.

"Baby, I'm sorry. This," you gestured between here and the kitchen, "has nothing to do with any of that. I don't regret anything - I promise you. And I'm happy here with you. I know it won't always be easy, but we are solid - please know that." Her forehead was still creased in concern and you let out a small, embarrassed laugh. "I'm just being weird because I think I'm sick. I woke up with a pounding headache and my head's all congested, my throat hurts. And I do not want to get you sick."

You could visibly see the relief go through Jessie's body and she immediately took a couple large strides over to you. You immediately held up your hands and pressed against her chest as she tried to close the space between you.

"Babe! What did I just say?" You protested.

"I'll be fine!" She assured you as she pushed back and your half-hearted effort ceased. She held you tight and kissed your cheek. You indulged momentarily, wrapping your arms around her and leaning your head against hers. It always felt so warm and comforting in her arms.

You took a step back, putting your hands against her chest once more and gently pushing her back with a pointed look.

"That's all you get," you told her and she reluctantly let you push her back a couple of steps, her eyes not leaving yours.

"I'm going to take care of you," she told you in defiance and you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you."

"Why? Because I love my girlfriend and want to take care of her when she's sick? Well pardon me," she said dryly.

"Jessie," you pleaded, your voice rising in pitch. "This is serious. You're brand new on the team. You can't be sick right now."

She huffed and straightened her postured as she cocked her head at you. She contemplated her words for a few seconds before speaking.

"I understand what you're trying to do. But it's not necessary. I'm on a contract - I'm here for three years. People get sick - that's normal. I have lots of time to earn my place and make my mark here. If I did get sick - which I won't - it's not the end of the world if I miss a session or two."

You tutted in disapproval at her stubbornness. If you weren't so concerned for her, you'd be able to appreciate her sentiment more. Jessie - who was beyond dedicated to her sport, was actually willing to risk missing practice or even a game for you.

"I'm serious, Jess. Stay away. I'm going to sanitize things, and you keep to yourself and I'll do the same. I will be perfectly fine. I don't need you to take care of me."

She frowned at you, looking almost insulted.

"Well, I want to take care of you," came her rebuttal.

"Well I'm refusing," you countered, crossing your arms.

Jessie shook her head and mimicked your body language, folding her arms across her chest as well. When she spoke, her tone was unwavering.

"Listen, I know you're very independent. I know you're capable of taking care of yourself. But you're my girlfriend, my partner, love of my life, and I am taking care of you - end of story. So you are going to sit down on that couch," she pointed to it, but kept her eyes locked on you, "I am going to tuck you in, bring you food and drinks, we are going to watch movies all day and you are going to nap and get as much rest as you can. Understood?"

Any argument you had been formulating died on your lips. Jessie was rarely like this. She was such a good sport, always going with your ideas and whims and her family and friends made fun of her all the time - affectionately, of course - for it. You believe you heard the phrase, "You're so whipped" come up a few times.

You chewed the inside of your lip for a few seconds, refusing to break eye contact with her until you finally relented with a light scoff and roll of your eyes.

"Fine," you pouted. "But when you get in shit from your coach, don't tell me I didn't warn you."

Jessie simply grinned brightly at you and ushered you to the couch, setting you up with pillows right away. Soon she was ferrying items to and from before finally settling in with you. She pulled you against her so your head was resting on her chest as you watched TV together.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love it.

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The next day, despite Jessie's efforts, you were feeling infinitely worse. She set you up on the couch in the morning and kneeled down in front of you, concern clear on her face.

"I don't want to leave you," she said, passively seeking your permission to stay with you.

"Go," you said, your voice now thick and hoarse. You turned your head into the couch and coughed. She immediately began rubbing your back.

"I can't leave you like this," she pouted.

"Go," you repeated, this time more adamant before continuing softly. "I want you to. Go blow them away. I'll be here when you get back."

She hummed deep in her throat, studying you for several moments before giving up with a light huff. She leaned in and kissed your forehead, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek and caress your cheekbone.

"I'll be home before you know it." She frowned at you before adding firmly, "Call me if anything comes up." You would normally roll your eyes at how overly attentive she was being - as much as you loved it - but you were so drained all you could do was close your eyes and nod.

"My baby," she said as she continued to caress your cheek. "I hate that I can't make you feel better."

You heard her get up and after a while you felt something being pushed into your hands. You slowly opened your eyes to see the little koala plushie she'd brought home for you from Australia.

"You hold him until I get home, okay?"

You whined against your will and clutched the plushie close to you, tucking your chin against it. You looked up and her lips were turned down in a sad smile as she watched you.

"I love you so much," she told you and leaned down to kiss you on the temple. "I'll be home as soon as I can."

"No," you whined further. "Do what you need to do. Don't rush home for me."

"I always rush home to you," she countered with an easy grin. You moaned in mild complaint.

"Why are you so good to me?" You pouted.

"Because I love you. And you deserve it," she told you readily as she swung her backpack over her shoulder.

"Mmm. I want cuddles when you get back," you continued to pout. She laughed.

"I'm going to bring you snacks and treats and then you'll get all the cuddles you want."

"Mmm," you whined again. "I'll miss you." She leaned down to lay one more kiss on your head.

"I'll miss you too. Now, get some rest. I'll be home soon."

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

hii, i love ur ficsss! Can you do like a pedri sickfic? Like Pedri has a fever or something and he just gets taken care of? Ty!

Decided to do this one because I'm sick so what a better time to write of mucus and cough than this one😭

I'll Take Care of You -P.G8

Summary: Besides being injured, he gets sick; but oh how he loves being taken care of by you

"Vida, you're burning up" You said to your boyfriend as soon as you get to feel his naked skin when he gets home from his recovery session.

"Maybe it's because of the weather? I feel good" Your hands went up and down his neck, forehead, cheeks, back, chest and even inside his armpits

"But you aren't" You said quickly "You look sick"

"Bueno, gracias eh... Aprecio saber que mi novia cree que soy muy guapo" (Well thank you. I'm glad to know my girlfriend thinks I'm very handsome) You give him a look

"You are handsome but you know what I mean" You said pushing your hand up his mouth "blow" his eyebrows went up and down several times making you crack a smile "I'm serious, blow into my hand"

After a few seconds, you felt his breath against your palm and it was pretty hot

"Pedro, you're having a fever" You said instantly as he shook his head, his coldhands gripping your waist to bring you into him

"I'm not, I feel good. I promise you, I'll be good, it's just the heat let me take a shower and I'll be fine" He kissed your cheek thrice and before you could say something he was out of the kitchen

"¡No dejaré que me beses si estás enfermo!" (I won't let you kiss me if you're sick!)

"¡Pero que bueno que no lo estoy!" (Good thing I'm not!)

You sighed shaking your head "Who's the medicine student here, me or him?" You whispered to yourself before returning to the task of washing the dishes

Two days later you hear a raspy scream coming from the master bedroom where your two-years boyfriend was in "¡Mi amor!"

"Coming!" You replied with the soup and the medicine for him. You pushed the door open with your hip and closed it behind you with your foot.

You couldn't help but smile at the cute burrito your boyfriend had gotten turned himself to

"Are you cold?" He simply nods "We need to lower that fever, amor" He hums watching you sit besides him and move over the tray "You should have this soup, it will help you a lot"

"But I'm cold" His pout made you go over and kiss his lips quickly "Hey! I don't want you getting sick!"

"I probably already am" You shrug your shoulders "Pero venga" (But c'mon) You grabbed the spoon and lifted it to your lips to blow it before bringing it to Pedri's lips "Open up"

"I swear you're the best girlfriend in the whole world and I'm so lucky to have you" You smile softly

"Venga before this gets cold" You did the same process for a few minutes before you knew that it was safe for him to eat it right away

"Injured and sick, what else?" You heard him mumble softly, you leaned over to kiss his cheek, you didn't had nothing to say, it wasn't your fault and it wasn't his either. Those are things that happen and sadly this time it happened to him.

Time passed slowly and Pedri was barely half of the soup done when you pulled the spoon and bowl away leaving him with his mouth open "What-?"

You turned away and sneezed four times in a row into your elbow, each sneeze your could hear a small "Salud" (Bless you) from your boyfriend; after you finished sneezing you blindly left the bowl into the tray, stood up and walked away to your bathroom.

Pedri could only watch you and hear you blow your nose, after some seconds you came out, your nose red and you were trying to breathe through your nose but not being able to do so, you were sick and had nasal congestion

"I'm sick" You announced before sniffing

"Sorry" You smile shaking your head, it wasn't his fault "That means we can cuddle all the time?" You nod "And kiss?" You nod once again "Good!" He smiled widely as you give your boyfriend a weird look.

How can he be happy when both of you were sick? He opened his legs and his arms waiting for you to lay in his arms, you slowly made your way over to him and got in between his legs careful to not hurt his leg.

As soon as your back made contact with his chest he closed his legs, arms and wrapped up both of you around the blanket. You turned a bit to your side so you could see him and still feed him some soup

"Here we go"

"You know? I'm not happy with the fact we're both sick now but I absolutely love being babied by you"

"You said that as if I don't"

"You do but you baby me even more while I'm sick" You smile feeling your cheeks hot, you didn't know if you had also a fever or if his words still caused you that effect on you

"Now that I'm sick you'll have to baby me too"

"Will do in a heartbeat" He said with a smile "Will do it right now"

"Go and do me a soup then"

"But give me a few minutes until I'm not cold anymore. I feel like freezing, ¡fua tio!" You laugh leaving the soup in his nightstand before wrapping your arms around him "Te quiero" He said snuzzled into your neck

"Yo te quiero más" You said kissing his forehead "My big baby"

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[adonis-koo]

sweet nothing • 5

(In which he is most definitely sick)

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word Count: 2k

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Note: I'm back AGAIN, simply because I can't get enough of these two!!! they're my life line these days tbh! i know I said there wasn't a lot of plot to this BUT....theres definitely some plot if you squint

“Are you sick?” 

Jungkook looked horrendous, it was evident he hadn’t showered yet, as his hair was somewhat oily, wild and unbrushed, his voice was raspy and the moment he greeted you good morning, it was evident he was congested. 

“I don’t get sick.” Jungkook replied, but his voice alone gave away the discomfort he was feeling, he sat at the small table attempting to eat but after two bites and the pure agony of attempting to swallow, he gave up. 

Your lips parted before closing once more, a sigh escaping you, “If only that were the case,” this had been your concern since he had come home late a few days ago, soaked to the bone and freezing cold. 

Yesterday when he had taken you out you noticed he had been sniffling, but aside from that he sounded totally find, today he looks like he had been hit with a car.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “I have three board meetings today, a stack of paper work in my office that needs to be signed and a deal tonight at the Red Light, I can’t afford to be sick.” 

“Jungkook,” You chastised softly, “Do you even hear yourself? I don’t think anybody is gonna want to be around you when you sound like that. What are your symptoms?” 

“I’m not-”

“Yes you are!” You spoke over him, your expression shifting into anger at his stubbornness, “whether you like it or not! You’re sick. Now tell me so I can figure out whether I need Jimin to call the doctor or not.” 

Jungkook groaned as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in thought before he reluctantly spoke, “My throat feels like it’s on fire. Even speaking feels like I’m swallowing a dagger.”

“And I have a massive headache,” He ushered softly, eyes closing as he rubbed his head.

Your expression softened once more, “Why don’t you go lay down? I’ll call for Jimin to get the doctor and make sure you’re alright,”

“I am alright.” Jungkook replied, puffed up at your words, one glare however shut him up.

He tiredly blinked as he sunk into his seat, “I can’t just take the day off.” 

“Then do what you can from bed.” You said with a frown, “But you’ll make others sick and yourself worse if you go out today.” 

He said nothing got a long moment before he shook his head and got out of his chair, your eyes followed him across the room until he left, somewhat surprised at his lack of argument.

Yeonjun who had been digging through a folder off to the side briefly glanced up to the closed door and then to you, “That’s a first.”

“Pardon?” You asked.

He smiled, “Jungkook letting someone boss him around. It’s a rather nice change of pace.” 

You scratched your cheek, uncertain of how to take the his words, your lack of reply only made Yeonjun continue though, “Y’know he used to..,” He cut himself off, as if realizing it wasn’t his place to meddle, “Sorry, I won’t bring it up. I’m sure neither of you want to dig up the past.”

The past…You gave a sad smile, picking at your food, “It’s alright, there’s nothing to dig up, Jungkook was a nice acquaintance back before I was pregnant, if you could even call him that. Nothing more…Yoongi is his partner, right?”

Yeonjun frowned, looking away warily before he eventually nodded, “You’ve met?”

You shook your head, “Only once, a long time ago, informally might I add.” 

“Do you want me to ring for Jimin?” Yeonjun decided to change the subject, “That way you can finish eating?”

You nodded with a grateful smile, “Yes! That would be quite helpful.” 

Jungkook looked downright annoyed as the doctor poked and prodded at him before he had finally come to a conclusion.

Turning to you as it was evident Jungkook was not in a good mood, “The good news is that it’s only a case of tonsillitis.” 

You sighed in relief before you asked, “Is there bad news?”

“It’s a bacterial infection, so we’ll need to put him on antibiotics. Lots of rest and warm, soft foods will help, he should be better in a few days at most once the antibiotics are in his system.” The doctor gave a warm smile.

“Few days?” Jungkook’s brows pinched together in annoyance.

“I’ll be sure to keep him rested.” You cut over him with a smile, “Thank you Doctor Choi.” 

“Of course Y/n, I will see you on Friday for your check up.” He gave a short bow before existing the room.

“I can’t be in bed for a few days!” Jungkook immediately piped up, though you didn’t miss the slight wince in expression at the obvious pain he was feeling.

“Doctors orders.” You gave him a sweet smile as you held your hands up.

He slumped back, glaring through his bangs at nothing in particular, “Can you at least get my laptop?” 

You let out a noise of amusement as you stood up, one hand on your stomach, the other on your dully aching back, “I didn’t realize having strep throat made your legs not work.” 

“You want me in bed or not?” 

“I’m going, I’m going.” You giggled as you waddled out of the room and into the open space of his office, digging through paperwork you made sure nothing was messed up, before finding his laptop charger and eventually finding the source as well. 

Opening the cracked door to his room however you smiled softly as the sight of him laid back down, knocked out once again, a soft snore even escaping him as you tutted, walking over you set his laptop on his nightstand before tenderly pulling his covers back over his shoulder. 

His expression looked so delicate when he was asleep, lips parted slightly and brows relaxed, tenderly you brushed your fingers through his hair before catching yourself. 

Your hand snapping back to your chest as if it had been burned, swallowing hard you shook your head, you had been thinking about the past a lot more these days. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jungkook did the same. 

Frowning you shook your head before you exited his room, there was no point dwelling on the what-if’s after all. 

Most of the day had gone by quietly, there was something different about the estate when Jungkook was home, even if he was sleeping away or working in his room, his energy still filled the air and brought a comforting feeling to whatever you did. 

Eventually the afternoon passed and an idea had overtaken you. 

“What are you doing?” Yeonjun paused at the door as he cocked his head to the side, brimming with curiosity. 

You turned towards Yeonjun with a grin, “You can’t tell Jungkook.”

He sighed, “I hate when you start a sentence with that.” 

You pouted, “I’m making him soup!” 

Yeonjun looked relieved, “Oh…okay, better than I anticipated, it does smell good here.” He glanced around the empty kitchen, “But the kitchen staff are already preparing supper.” 

You crossed your arms once more, “Well, that doesn’t change that I’m making him something to eat. There’s nothing like home cooking when you’re sick!”

Yeonjun held up his hands, “If it’s from you I’m sure he’ll love it….” He shuffled closer before peering over your shoulder, “Will there be extra?” 

“Are you asking for a bowl?” You grinned.

“Only if there’s extra.” 

“There’s plenty.” You replied with an excited smile, giving a little happy dance as you grabbed a set of bowls, proudly pouring your soup before handing one to Yeonjun who looked like a little kid snatching it from your hands. 

Setting the other bowl on a tray you tided it up with a nice hot ginger plum tea and a few napkins, “Tell me how it tastes! I’m gonna run this up to his room.” 

“Don’t you want some?” Yeonjun had already grabbed a spoon, slurping noodles. 

You grimaced, “Honestly the taste of chicken broth makes me wanna vomit, back when I had morning sickness the smell alone had me gagging.” 

“That’s a shame because this is honestly the best soup I’ve ever had- second actually,” Yeonjun smiled at his bowl, “Reminds me of my mom’s when I was sick as a kid.” 

You only smiled at his words before briefly glancing down at your stomach, large and round, you could only hope you’d make the best soup your baby would love one day. 

“Well nothing can beat mom’s soup, hopefully it’ll be second best for Jungkook too.” You laughed a little as you walked past Yeonjun, carefully holding the tray. 

You didn’t know much about Jungkook, truthfully, sure you had talked pre-pregnancy, but it always…you huffed, shaking your head.

This had been happening more frequently, memories of the past would surface and you’d have to shove them back down, the past was the past for a reason. You could only assume they kept coming up because well…

It was Jungkook. 

Knocking on his door you heard a scratchy ‘come in’ before opening the door. 

Jungkook was sat up in bed, looking tired as he typed away on his laptop, eyes dragging towards you before you noticed them brighten just a little. 

His eyes then dropped to the tray before he stiffened, “Why are you carrying that?” 

“I can-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Jungkook had already gotten out of bed, swaggering up to you before grabbing the tray. 

“Ask Yeonjun next time.” It was difficult to take his chided words serious when he was rasping this hard, a wince visible on his face as he continued, “If you drop that-” 

“How many times do I have to tell you,” You huffed, “I’m pregnant, not dying.” Your expression softened a little as a small smile tugged on your lips at the sight of his floppy bangs covering his eyes in a sulky manner, “Lay back down, I made you something to sip on. I always loved warm broth when I was younger.” 

Jungkook set the tray on his nightstand as he sat back down at the edge of the bed, staring down at the steaming bowl, his expression nonpulsed for a long moment. 

“You do like soup right?” You shuffled a little nervous at his quietness. 

“Who the fuck doesn’t like soup?” He quipped, “I just…” He glanced away, “You didn’t have to do that…” 

“Of course I did!” You replied immediately, “If I don’t then who will?” 

Jungkook parted his lips before closing them, sighing but not saying anything else as he propped his nightstand up, it extended upwards before turning towards him, he paused before taking a sip, “Well don’t just stand there.” 

You glanced around the room, not much had changed, a few chairs still against the wall, a particular spot open to the wall, opposite to a mirror on the other side of the room hanging. 

“Have you considered redecorating?” You asked as you rounded the bed, choosing to sit beside him on the empty side. 

Groaning you rested your back against the headboard as your hands dropped to your stomach. 

Jungkook shrugged beside you, “Not much reason too. I thought it looked fine.” 

He plopped the spoon in his mouth as his eyes shut. He was never a very expressive person, but there was something about that satisfied look on his face that made you smile.

“It’s alright, it's just…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling as though you weren’t as ready to have this conversation as you thought you were.

“Just what?” Jungkook’s brows furrowed. 

You forced a smile as you shook your head, “Nothing.” 

The same way you last remembered it.

You glanced at the that small open space of the wall between both the chairs, how cold it felt against your back when…

Jungkook could obviously sense the uncomfortable silence, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“The soup.” 

A somewhat hesitant smile tugged on your lips, “Of course. I’m…” Your smile became disheartened as you stood up, “I’m gonna start preparing for bed, you should get some more rest.” 

Jungkook frowned but said nothing, though it looked like he wanted to, he only nodded. 

You left his room feeling your feet drag as you closed your eyes, this feeling was something you were used to when it came to him.

This feeling of always dancing around one another, never talking about the tension in the room, except now it was even more evident then before. 

You’d have to talk about it eventually. 

I forgot all about my tags last chapter so I apologize!

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Hello everyone! You can call me N and welcome to my first oneshot! I come from wattpad so forgive me for some possibly cringey writing 😅 I'm fairly new to Tumblr, so I don't know how a lot of things work but I'm doing this for a side hobby. Sorry if any of the turtles seem out of character. I tried. Anyways, enjoy! This was heavily inspired by @autisticdonni with their Of the Ocean 2 part series.

Words : 2,079 Also the reader's turtle species is a spotted turtle!

THIS IS IN NO WAY APPROVING OF A ABUSIVE OR TOXIC RELATIONSHIP.

Warning(s) : Nonconsensual touching (nonsexual), kidnaping, Delusion, Drugging (sedatives).

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You walked across the street, your hood over your head hiding your dark scaly skin. Mutants roaming around the streets in New York wasn't very uncommon. They were always disguised to blend in with humans. After being stung by a strange looking mosquito, you had turned into a mutant. A turtle mutant. It was a shock to you, and you immediately grabbed whatever of your valuables you could find and ran away from home. You didn’t want your family and friends seeing you like this, so it had to be done. 

To hide your true appearance, you wore a large jacket of your favorite color, a backpack for all the things you could cram in there from your home and large baggy pants. You wore shoes as well, and while you admit it was uncomfortable and strange for you to have only three toes and fingers instead of five, you could manage. A dark pair of sunglasses and a face mask covered your face even more. You probably looked like some creep or criminal, but it was the best you could do. Cloaking brooches were hard to find and too expensive for you.

Once you reached the other side of the crosswalk, you picked up the pace a little, narrowly dodging the people in your way. You were hurrying to get out of the crowded streets and maybe go somewhere more secluded, like the park or a rooftop. Anywhere with not a lot of people. The crowd soon became a bit too congested for your liking. The feeling of shoulder’s brushing against yours made you shiver under your hoodie.

You hurriedly managed to make your way to a nearby alleyway. Walking deeper into the dark alley, you lowered your hood from your head and sighed. Oh, how you wished you were human again and could normally walk up and down the street without having to hide in large baggy clothing and things to cover your face. You could hang out with your friends and not get weird looks from passersby. 

Straying further into the alley and away from the crowded street you stopped at the end of the alleyway and laid your back against the wall. You slightly winced at the feeling of pressure being applied to the injury on your dark spotted shell. 

A while ago, you had gotten into a fight with another mutant, and they had landed a nasty hit to your shell. You had managed to flee, but not without some bruises. The pain became bearable after some time, but you still take extra precaution to be more weary of any aggressive looking mutants. 

A loud thud from above you caught your attention, and you whipped your head in that direction. You saw a large shadow above you, looking down at you from the rooftop of the building you were leaning on. The figure was definitely not human, and if it was it would have been the largest human you had ever seen. The figure was very tall and wide, and the moon highlighted the tip of a spiky shell on their back. You noticed the top half of their face was covered by what you assumed to be a bandana from the ends of fabric swaying in the wind behind them. 

You sucked in a breath, and stood there frozen for a moment before you broke from your shock and sprinted towards the exit of the alley. You didn’t make it far, and skidded to a stop when the figure landed right in front of you, making you almost lose your balance from the way the ground rumbled and shook from their landing. 

You defensively stood in front of the figure that you could now see clearly. Whoever was in front of you was bigger than you thought. The mutant easily towered over you, and could probably snap you in half if he wanted to. You were surprised when you realized it was a mutant turtle, like you. You still remained extremely cautious however, not knowing what his intentions were. 

The cold breeze tickled your skin as you shivered. You contemplated just running out of the alley as fast as you could, maybe you could lose him in the crowded streets of New York. You flinched when one of his three fingered hands slightly reached over and hovered above your arm. You looked at it, then glanced up at his face. 

His face had softened, his eyebrows had scrunched up visibly under his mask and one of his large fingers grazed your arm gently. His eyes were scanning you, his gaze lingering on the bruises scattered across your body, a frown spread across his face. “You’re hurt..” You stiffened at his surprisingly soft voice. His thumb traced over one of your bruises on your forearm, making you wince. “What happened..?” 

You took a step back from him, your breathing wavering. Even though this mutant seemed nice, you still felt cautious. Everything about his appearance screamed danger to you. His sheer size intimidated you greatly enough to not buy his caring act. You tried to bolt out of the alley, but was stopped by another mutant landing ahead of you from above. 

Two others came down as well, and you were surrounded. With a shaky breath, you kept your defensive stance. Your eyes wandered around your surroundings, trying to spot anything you could use as a weapon to defend yourself with. You let out a yelp when you saw one of the mutants lunge for you. Too slow to dodge it, you were tackled from the back. In panic, you yelped and struggled to break free from whoever was holding you. They were laying across your back, applying a mass amount of weight on your injured shell. 

You were wincing and yelling in pain, thrashing around. In panic, you hid in your shell, peering out from the neck hole to see what was going on outside. You were then suddenly picked up, a disappointed ‘aww’ from the turtle that was holding you. The mutant then hovered their head over the neck hole of your shell, peering inside with one eye closed. 

You could see he looked like a box turtle, and wore an orange bandanna with short bandana tails tied in a bunny ear knot. His black eyes peeked into the inside of your shell, interest swimming in his eyes. A disappointed frown was stretched across his lips, his bottom lip jutting out. You could only stare up at him from within your shell with narrowed eyes, glaring at him. That didn’t seem to work though when he kept his hold on you, and didn’t look like he was going to put you down anytime soon.

“Aww! Come on, you can come out! Pretty pleeeeeeeaaase?”

“Mikey, they’re obviously not going to come out after you literally tackled them to the ground.”

Another voice commented, making the orange turtle, who you assumed was Mikey, pout. You continued hiding, hearing Mikey and the other mutant bicker. You had contemplated trying to escape, but with your shell being hugged so tightly by the orange turtle, you doubted you would be able to get away. 

“Enough with the arguing. You’re scarin’ them outta their shell.”

You were yanked out of the box turtle’s arms as he squawked in protest. A new face peered into the neck hole of your shell. He wore a red bandanna with longer bandanna tails and had spines along his shoulders. He was the one you had noticed on the rooftop first. 

“Hey there little buddy. You can come out. Raph ain’t that scary.”

You stayed put, not amused by the turtle’s childish and babying voice on you, like you were some stray cat he was beckoning to come out of its hiding place. From what he had said, you assumed his name was Raph. You could see the turtle’s face scrunch up in disappointment when he realized you weren’t coming out.

“Raph, they’re obviously too afraid to come out. Let’s just take them back to the lair while they’re not escaping.”

“I disagree. I can tell their blood pressure and heart rate have significantly quickened in the past couple minutes. The smartest thing to do would be to calm them down before introducing them to an entirely different environment-”

“Well, we don’t have all day now do we, Donnie?”

You could hear the two other mutants bicker with each other. Their arguments, however, made you tense. They wanted to take you? To their lair? Why? You didn’t do anything to them. Hell you hadn’t even met them before today. Their argument faded into background noise as you were stuck in your thoughts. 

A sudden squeeze to your injured carapace on Raph’s plastron made you immediately pop out from the shelter of your shell and yelp in surprise. Raph had hugged you quite harshly while the other turtles were arguing. You heard him try to apologize, but was cut off when you began thrashing in his strong grip, kicking against his plastron as you tried to free yourself.

Yells you couldn’t make out came from the other mutants when you almost slipped free, but before you could run, Raph had caught you and held up back against his bulky plastron with his arms under your armpits.

“Donnie! The sedatives!”

The what!? You paused, only for a moment later to be struggling against Raph’s grip even harder when the mutant in purple came closer to you with some sort of machine over his shell. A claw arm came from the machine, holding a needle that was dangerously close to your arm. You babbled out pleas as tears filled your eyes, blurring your vision.

The purple turtle, who you learned was Donnie, frowned at your panic, continuing to move towards you and took the needle from the claw hand. The metal claw seized your wrist, holding your arm in place as Donnie glanced at your terrified state before looking down at your arm as he held the needle to your dark spotted skin. He slowly brought the needle to your arm, the sharp tip piercing through a soft piece of skin and injecting you with its contents. Your squirming increased when he pulled the needle out of you and released your arm as he stepped back. He then tapped on a blue screen on his wrist.

“Since I amplified the effects of the sedatives, it shouldn’t take long until they fall unconscious. We should be okay to take them to the lair now.”

As if on cue, your struggling ceased as you shakily panted, feeling lightheaded. Your vision blurred as you began to double of everything in your sight. The other turtles seemed to notice your discomfort, the blue one smirking in your direction as he came up to you and patted your head. You only gave him a dazed and uncomfortable stare back.

“Don’t worry lil’ sib, your super cool big bro’s gonna bring you home.”

“Leo, just open the portal. ”

The turtle in blue, now known as Leo, huffed at Donnie’s remark, giving you one more head pat before he turned around and brought out a sword with a blue hilt that rested on his back. He swung the sword over his shoulder, pointing it in front of him as he swirled the sword in a small circle. The sword flashed and crackled blue electric looking sparks and shocks before a blue mist came from the tip of the sword, expanding and turning into a circular glowing blue portal.

You would have been shocked if you weren’t feeling so dizzy at the moment. You could recognize that the sword Leo had was a mystic weapon.You could tell it was powerful. It was practically oozing mystic energy, leaving a tense and electric tension in the air. How did he even get such a powerful mystic weapon? You couldn’t dwell on it any longer as your mind began to blank and your eyelids felt heavy.

Still being held in Raph’s arms in a more comfortable position, all you could do was helpless les fight to stay awake as your captors took you through the blue portal, blinding your eyes for a moment before you fell unconscious. The last thing you saw was the glowing full moon that beamed a spotlight on your figure and the stars in the inky black sky, glowing like fireflies that beckoned you to stop fighting and fall into a deep sleep.

#yandere rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt yandere #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #first post #x reader #yandere

[mamaestapa]

Sick Day|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: You take care of a sick Joe<3

•warnings: sick Joe, the flu, vomiting, lots of fluff

•word count: 1.8k

•A/N: I thought I’d post this for all of you that are waiting for a Welcome to the Jungle update (which is coming this weekend!) This is from my NFL imagines book on wattpad! :)

You were sitting on your couch, getting ready to watch (your favorite tv show) when your phone rang. You picked up your phone, smiling when you saw your boyfriends contact name, shiesty❤️‍🔥, on the top of the screen.

"Hey Joey!" you greeted cheerfully.

You heard a sniffle on the other side. Was he crying?

"Joe?" you questioned, "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I think," he cleared his throat, "I think I'm sick, take care of me?"

His voice was raspy and he sounded congested. There was no thinking he was sick, he was definitely sick.

You frowned, "I'm sorry baby. Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Just you. Please." He finished his sentence with a cough.

"Of course, I'll be right over."

Joe nodded on the other line, but you couldn't see, so you were met with complete silence.

"Joe?"

He sniffled, "Oh, sorry. Okay, I'll see you soon."

"See you in a bit, I love you."

"I love you more."

You hung up the phone with a sigh. Usually when you get a phone call from Joe, he's more upbeat and cracking jokes every other line. You figured he must feel pretty bad then since he’s doing neither of those things.

You stood from the couch, going to your bathroom to freshen up before heading over to your boyfriends house. You live about ten minutes away from Joe's house, which speaking of his house, you currently are in the process of moving out of your apartment and into his house. It's taking a little while for you to get all of your things over to his place, but once the off-season is here, you'll be moved in with Joe.

You brushed your hair and changed your outfit, putting on a pair of black leggings and one of Joe's old LSU sweatshirts. Once you were ready, you left your apartment and headed for Joe's house. You texted him to let him know you were on your way and that you'd stop at the store if he wanted anything. He just replied with a simple "No thanks", so you drove straight to his house.

Once you arrived at his house, you unlocked his front door with a house key he gave you. You didn't want him to get up and open the door, especially if he wasn't feeling the greatest. You took your shoes off and placed them on the shoe rack, next to Joe's Nikes. You walked down the entry way and into the living room, frowning at the sight in front of you. Joe was laying on the couch with a blanket wrapped around his body. One hand was laying over his forehead while the other was placed on his stomach.

"Hey baby," you said, walking over to him.

Joe smiled softly at you, "Hey sweets."

You leaned down next to him, placing your hand on his cheek. He brought down the hand he had placed on his forehead, placing it on your forearm.

"How are you feeling?"

Joe sniffled, "Pretty shitty." he smirked, "but at least now I have a sexy little nurse to take care of me."

You shook your head, laughing at what Joe had just said. Even in his current state, he still had a comment to make. It made you smile, happy to hear your boyfriend was somewhat still his usual self.

However, your smile soon turned into a frown as you took in his appearance. He was paler than usual, with dark purple under eyes and a pink nose. You felt both of his cheeks and his forehead, checking him for a fever.

"You definitely have a fever."

He nodded, "Yeah, I took my temp about an hour ago. It was one hundred one point two."

You frowned, asking "Does anything hurt?"

Joe closed his eyes, "My head. My stomach hurts a little bit too, and my throat. I cant stop sneezing either."

"You poor thing, I'm sorry." You said, voice laced with sorrow as you gently stroked his cheek. Joe leaned into your touch.

"Can I get you anything?" You asked.

Joe started to sit up. You stood from your leaning position, helping him sit up. He smiled softly at you, muttering a "thank you".

"Just," he took a deep breath, trying to hold back a sneeze. It failed and he sneezed anyways. Joe groaned, "Oh god, I'm sorry."

You chuckled, "Don't apologize, Joey. It's okay."

"As I was saying, just holding me would be great." he said, bashfully. Joe wasn't one to initiate the cuddling, you always were. You smiled at him, sitting down on the couch next to him. Joe carefully laid back down, resting his head on your chest. He hummed as he snuggled himself into your breasts.

"Are you comfy?" you asked with a laugh.

"Very." He nodded, pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

"Good." you said softly. You brought your left hand down to his blonde hair, running your fingers through it gently and scratching his head every so often. You hoped it would lull him to sleep (which he desperately needed). As you ran your fingers through Joes soft strands of blonde hair, you noticed he started to stir a bit.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, "You okay?"

He nodded. You put your hand back in his hair, running your fingers through it, but stopping when you heard Joe groan softly. You didn't have time to react when Joe threw the blanket off of him and sat up, abruptly.

Uh oh. You thought.

"Joe-."

He cut you off, "I think I'm gonna be sick." He got up from the couch and sprinted off towards the bathroom.

"Shit." you cursed to yourself, jumping up from the couch and running into the bathroom. You frowned as you saw Joe hunched over the toilet. You sat down on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing his back up and down, trying your best to soothe him.

"It's okay, babe. You're okay. Just let it out".

He sniffled as he pulled his head out of the toilet bowl. He wiped his mouth before looking up at you. The look on his face made your heart break. He looked absolutely miserable.

"Oh, Joey."

You stood from where you sat, opting to sit down against the wall behind him instead. As soon as you leaned against the wall, Joe was instantly in your arms. The back of his head was laying on your chest while you wrapped your arms around him. He placed a hand on his stomach.

"Baby, I think I'm dying." He croaked dramatically. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You're not dying you big baby. I think you just have a bad case of the flu."

He groaned, snuggling himself further into your body. You put your hands in his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"Sitting on the floor of your bathroom can't be comfortable." You murmured gently.

"No, but you are."

You smiled, "I'll cuddle you on the couch, okay?"

You felt Joe nod in response, so you carefully stood up from the ground, careful not to jerk his body too much. You helped him off the ground, tightly holding his hand.

"Do you feel like you're going to be sick again?"

He shook his head, "No. Not right now at least."

"I'll bring the trash can just in case. Now, you go get comfy on the couch, okay my love?"

He nodded, slowly walking out of the bathroom. You frowned as you watched him. You hated seeing him sick. Joe didn't get sick often, but when he did, it was just like this. You grabbed the trash can from the bathroom and went into the kitchen to grab a grocery bag to line it, just in case he did get sick again. You grabbed a bottle of blue gatorade from Joe's fridge, along with a bottle of sprite. You made sure to grab two straws too, one for each drink. You walked into the living room, setting down the trash can next to Joe. He smiled up at you.

"I brought you some sprite to settle your tummy. And a gatorade in case you get tired of sprite, plus the electrolytes are good for you."

He chuckled, "Thank you, sweets. Although it makes me sound like a child when you say that."

You giggled, placing the drinks on the coffee table.

"Can I get you anything else?" You asked, reaching out to caress Joes cheek. He brought his hand up to yours, holding it against his flushed skin.

"Cuddle me?"

You smiled, "How could I say no?”

Joe smiled softly as he slowly sat up to make room for you on the couch. Once you sat down and were comfortable, You put your arm up on the couch. Joe tucked himself under your arm pit, laying the side of his face on your right breast. Once he was comfortable, you grabbed the blanket and placed it over his body. You put your arm down, your hand laying on his blanketed bicep.

"Thank you for being my sexy nurse today, Y/n."

You laughed, rubbing his arm. "Oh Joey, Even when you're sick you can still crack jokes."

He hummed in amusement, "But seriously, thank you for taking care of me."

You leaned down and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the crown of his head, "There's no need to thank me. I hate seeing you sick, I'd do anything to make you feel better."

"Oooh, anything you say?"

You shook your head, "Not that. Gotta get you feeling better first, Mr. Burrow.”

He chuckled, "Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow."

You hummed, rubbing his bicep, "I hope so too. Now," you brought your hand up to his hair, slowly running your fingers through it, "get some rest, okay?"

"Okay." He said quietly as he sniffled.

"I love you Joe."

"I love you more, sweetheart."

You spent the rest of the afternoon and evening on the couch watching SpongeBob and cuddling with Joe. Thankfully, he felt much better the next day and he got his wish for you to do anything to make him feel better ;)

hi loves!

as you wait for more welcome to the jungle updates, if you have any requests for imagines about joe, feel free to send them to me. i will happily write them for you!

hope everyone is doing well<3

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #nfl imagines #imagines #nfl

[444rockstargf]

"a little party never hurt no one." | chris kenton

art deco - lana del rey

summary: its chris' birthday, and as his best friend, you make sure that he has the best party ever.

female!reader x chris

contents: friends with benefits type of thing, missionary, creampie

(i have no fucking idea how old chris is, but im assuming he's legal because of that outrageous porn collection of his.)

you pushed through the clumps of people congesting the hallway. the entire house was full of drunken people, music blasting in the background of all the chaos. you had been looking for chris for 30 minutes, but he was still no where to be found.

"where the hell are you?" you whispered to yourself. you checked the living room. he wasn't there. you checked the kitchen, you couldnt find him. you finally decided to go upstairs. his room door was open, but he wasnt in there. you sighed as you walked to the bathroom. you tried to open the door, but it was locked.

you knocked on the door, putting your ear to it. "hello..?" you said. you heard a sniffle on the other side, then you heard the faucet turn on for a moment before stopping.

chris opened the door, patting his face with a towel. you smiled, happy that you finally found him. "there you are, ive been looking everwhere for you." you said, but chris didnt respond. he removed the towel from his face, revealing his bloodshot eyes. and you could tell that it wasnt from any type of drug.

"o-oh my god. chris, what happened?" you asked, suddenly worried. you thought he'd gotten hurt or something. but he wiped his nose with his sleeve before clearing his throat. "nothing's wrong. i'm just not really having a good time. that's all." he gives you a little half-smile.

you smile sympathetically. "this party's turned out to be kind of a shitshow, right?" you playfully punch his shoulder. he laughs a little as he nods. "yeah. i just wanted to get away from it all, i guess." he brushes his brown hair out of his face.

you study his face carefully, picking out every single detail. you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. "hey, how would you like to get some privacy? away from all this." you smiled.

chris sniffled once more before nodding. "yeah, that sounds great. follow me." he starts walking in a different direction, gesturing for you to follow him. you walk with him into his bedroom.

he closes the door after you walk in. you take a seat on the ground in front of his bed. he sits down in the chair by his desk. you see a porn dvd right beside you before tossing it to him.

"you've sure got a lot of porn in here." you say with a little laugh. "shut up..." he says with a little grin as he puts the dvd in his drawer. you stand up and walk behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"im sorry you're not having a good time." you start gently massaging his arms. "it's fine. at least everyone else is enjoying themselves." he says with a little sigh.

you roll your eyes. "tonight isn't about everyone else. it was supposed to be special for you. it is your birthday after all." you start gently caressing his shoulders as he spins a little in the chair.

he shrugs. "whatever. its not like anythings changed anyway. that girl i made plans with is probably banging a guy as we speak." his voice trailed off. your eyes widened a little. "oh yeahh, you were supposed to lose your virginity tonight!" you say with a little laugh.

"shut up, im not a virgin." he says. you roll your eyes. "sure. but im sorry that didnt work out for you." you pout a little. "oh. that reminds me. i got you a present." hearing this makes chris' ear perk up.

you dig into your bra, pulling out a little baggy with a pill in it. "it's a viagra pill. it was supposed to keep you going all night, but i guess you dont really need it anymore." you hand it to him. "unless you feel like upgrading your nightly jerk-off sessions." you tease.

he chuckles softly. "thanks." he puts the bag on his desk. he looked up at you, his blue eyes pouring into your soul. the silence between the two of you radiated with sexual tension. you felt it, and so did he.

"i must say, you look pretty cute all dressed up like this, y'know?" you winked as you trailed your finger down his jawline. his cheeks flushed red as his eyes wandered across your body in your shiny, skintight latex black dress. you picked it out specially for him.

he tried to speak, but you shut him up by planting an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss right on his lips. he moaned softly into the kiss, lust and desire instantly filling his body.

you pulled away from the kiss. you smiled as chris was left completely breathless. "i-i.. uh, wow. you're really... wow." was all he could manage to say. you gave him a mischievious little smile. "you wanna take this up a notch?" you asked, even though you knew the answer.

he nodded, his hair falling across his face. you giggled softly before reaching for the little bag on the desk. you took one pill out and put it in the palm of your hand.

you gave chris the pill. "that should keep you going for a while." you said as he took it and swallowed it. he stood up from the chair so that he was standing face to face with you.

you waited for him to make a move, but you could see how nervous he was, so you took the first step. you put your hands on his shoulders, kissing him softly so that he could get the hang of it.

the kiss quickly grew more passionate, with chris' hands starting to wander around your body, his fingers occasionally peeking underneath your short dress. you pulled him onto the bed, him now being on top of you, you lips staying together the entire time.

you moved his hands to the button of his trousers, quickly undoing them and letting him kick them off. chris moved his hand to the top of your dress, pulling it down and freeing one of your tits.

you broke the kiss, both of you panting. you looked down and saw his erection through his boxers. you laughed a little. "that didnt take long at all." you continued to tease him. you found that you rather enjoyed seeing him get all red.

he kicked off his boxers as you began unbuttoning his shirt. he moved his hand to your crotch, slipping your thong to the side and revealing your already dripping wet cunt.

chris was ready to get right into it. he had learned a lot from porn over the years, making him practically an expert at this stuff. he made burning eye contact with you, his breathing heavy. "m-may i..?" he asked like a true gentleman.

"you may." you say in a slightly mocking tone. he chuckles softly before slowly pushing himself into you, just like how they do it in porn. his breath grew shaky as he felt your tight walls clenching around him.

you wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly started thrusting into you, biting back all his moans. the viagra was working wonders on him, otherwise he would've already came by now.

things started escalating when he started thrusting into you, keeping a steady rhythm. you had to admit, you were surprised at his skill. maybe he wasnt as much or a loser as you thought. but then again, the only tits he had ever sucked on were his mother's.

you began clawing at his back as his cock slammed into your tight hole over and over again. you started to drool a little as your brain went fuzzy from the stimulation. chris' head was in the crook of your neck, giving you perfect access to his ear.

"a-ah... i guess you're not too bad at this after all..." you said between moans before biting his ear. chris took this gesture as a signal to go faster. this was the part where he was supposed to make you cum.

he kept his head down to hide how red he had become just from being inside of you. his breath hitched in his throat as the friction between the two of you increased.

your brain had gone completely blank and fuzzy. but judging by the tingling feeling in your ears and nipples, you knew your orgasm was just around the corner. "o-oh..! c-chris im gonna-!" you were cut off by a pornographic moan that escaped your lips.

"f-fuck, im cumming... o-oh shit..!" the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his dick was ecstatic to him, making his eyes shut as his body was overtaken by the strongest orgasm that he'd ever experienced.

he tried to pull out before he came, but you kept your legs wrapped around him firmly, wanting to be filled with his cum. "w-what are you doing?! i-if you dont let go, i-im gonna cu-" you shut him up by giving him a rough kiss, biting his lip as he moaned out your name, filling you up with all his cum.

you intentionally clenched your pussy as he came, making it feel 100x better for him. his hair fell into his face as he finally looked up, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with adoration.

you had taken his virginity, though he would never admit it.

author's note: im gonna be writing for characters that i havent done yet. first danny, and now chris. not sure who to do next though. maybe possum. but i hope you all liked this one!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #lana del rey #twelve 2010 #chris kenton

[binart]

Space Ranger Partner's Adventures Chapter 2

(content warning for non-explicit but VERY thirsty Lance this chapter 🤣🥰✨)

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Lance was awake well before Keith knocked on their connected door.

Pulled from a dreamless night of sleep, thankfully. Somewhere in between agonizing over everything he said and did around Keith the previous day to pouring over the details from their mission, he eventually slipped into peaceful darkness. He'd also gone to bed without doing his usual skincare routine, or even having his nighttime juniberry tea, so Lance woke up feeling like a desert in every sense of the word.

There was discomfort, laying there. His tongue felt like a gross carpet in his mouth, and he could practically feel the wrinkles pulling at the sides of his mouth. His muscles no longer ached, of course, since even though being part Altean was a curse, it was a curse with plenty of benefits. And yet Lance struggled to find the motivation to lift himself up. He turned his head to look over at the closed bathroom door. Toothbrush. Cleanser. Toner. Moisturizer. Everything felt so far away despite how much he needed them.

A knock from behind him, a pause, then a gentle set of taps. “..Lance..? You awake?”

Keith. Lance managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. “..Uh-huh. Come in?” The door beeped quietly, slid open and without making a sound Keith walked in.

He looked.. as tired as Lance felt. “Sorry, did I wake you?” Lance stretched as he shook his head, then shifted his legs so he was facing Keith.

“Nah, I was just getting ready to get up. What's up?” Keith fidgeted for a moment with a quiet 'um' before he took a seat beside him.

“..Last night, I had to go to processing to—well.” The fidgeting resumed. “..Torat's off the team.” Oh. He wasn't expecting to be told so soon, let alone to be woken up for it. He sniffled to clear the congestion from his nose and blinked blearily.

“For trying to—to sacrifice himself? On the mission?” Keith's expression turned sour as he looked away and nodded. “..Sorry, man. Must've been hard to make that call. He seemed like he liked being on board.” The crack of Torat's torso being slammed against the base's wall last night echoed in his mind.

“He was a good part of the team, yeah. But—what he did, went against everything I'm trying to do here with the Blades.” Keith's hands bunched in Lance's blankets in frustration. He paused for a moment to think, then faced Lance with a sort of earnest vulnerability he'd rarely seen from the other guy in the years they'd known each other; a struggle Keith had always had. “I want the Blades to be a place where everyone who fights to see the war end can actually see it end.” Naxzela once again arose from his memories, but Lance shooed it away.

“I mean, that's a pretty ambitious goal given their motto's basically—uh. The opposite of that.” Keith deflated, and Lance continued with a hurried tone as he reached out to him with panicked hands. “B-But that's a really cool goal to have! Really honorable, and junk.”

“Yeah..?” God, he wasn't ready for Keith's puppy-dog eyes this early in the day. Not at all.

“Yeah! I think it's a really great thing you're doing. We've—And everyone else, too—we've all lost a lot already. So.. trying to keep more loss to a minimum, yeah. Definitely a good thing.” Was his face getting red? He felt sweaty, but Keith didn't seem to notice. Or didn't care, if he did.

“..Thanks, Lance.” The moment between them slowed, and Lance took the time to appreciate Keith's handsome smile, but then Keith's eyes widened. “A-anyway—I didn't wanna wake you up to tell you about Torat, I wanted to say sorry for not checking in last night. It was a pretty intense mission and uh—I thought we could talk about it over breakfast?”

Lance's stomach awoke to remind him he was, in fact, starving.He nodded then shifted to get up. “I'm down. Cafeteria busy this time of.. day?” Quickly he shoved himself into a clean hoodie and slipped his Blue Lion™ socks on.

“Not really. A lot of blades eat in their room for the first meal of the day. We could too, if you want.” Lance thought about sitting close to Keith as he did the day before, knees leaning against each other; a conversation between just the two of them. The intimacy of such a mundane moment slapped him across the face with a shock of deep wanting.

“Cafeteria's good! I uh, gotta stretch my legs.”

—

As Keith predicted, it was relatively quiet. The two sauntered through a short line that reminded him of his days back at the Garrison, and before long they found a dark bench to sit. Lance slid in first, with Keith to follow directly beside him.

Keith didn't hesitate to dig into the odd assortment of goos and strange looking alien plants—or, meats, maybe? Lance leaned forward and inhaled in hopes the smell of his breakfast would clue him in to how it tasted, but instead a pleasant cologne he didn't recognize drifted into his senses.

Keith took a drink from a strange space pouch at the same moment Lance realized he had just inadvertently sniffed him, then cleared his throat. “Anyway, like I was saying. I don't wanna rush into finding Torat's replacement. There's not much to do on our end while the intel division monitors the base we bugged, so..”  A rosy hue bloomed on Keith's cheeks. “I thought we could take it easy for a bit. Maybe.. train like we used to.. and get better acquainted with the rest of the team.”

While Lance wasn't thrilled with the idea of having to spend more time with En, the idea of training with Keith introduced an entirely different set of butterflies into his stomach. “Take it easy and hang out with a bunch of cool alien super spies? Sounds good to me.” Keith grinned in the way he always did; lopsided and ridiculously handsome, made all the worse now by how the locks that slipped free from his loose braid framed his face.

Keith breathed a small laugh through his nose. “Good to have you on board, Lance.” He leaned forward and regarded him with a slight tilt of his head. “I mean it. It was a pretty close call yesterday, and we wouldn't have managed without you there.”

Lance outwardly preened despite the nagging voice at the forefront of his mind whispering otherwise. “Uh, yeah! That is why they call me the sharpshooter, y'know.” Keith rolled his eyes, still bemused.

—

The next few days were downright serene. It took daily hour-long calls with his family to soften the ache of homesickness in his chest, but once that was more manageable Lance was able to start truly taking in the wonders the base had on offer.

He sunk into the plush seats of the rec room's circular sofa in the early afternoon after a morning run and trip to the pool with Keith. Thankfully after they rinsed off, Keith changed into his regular full body uniform instead of the intensely distracting red shorts he'd been sporting all morning. He'd asked Lance to meet him in the rec room after Lance grabbed his own clothes from his room to spend time with the others, and as Lance stretched his legs far out in front of him and settled in, Hedrox tapped away on his oddly familiar looking tablet. Was that the new model Pidge had been going on about during their last video call?

“Hey Lieutenant,” Hedrox greeted, elongating the 'hey' in a very slow and casual manner despite the speed of his fingers tapping away. En, about fifteen feet away from the couch area, gave him a salute before returning to his push-ups on the floor. Kestin was nowhere to be seen, along with Keith. He hadn't exactly rushed to get here, so Lance wondered why he was the first to arrive. He lifted the small towel from across his shoulders and patted his face of residual moisture.

“Yo. You seen Keith around?”

“The Commander? Mhm, said he wanted to get some snacks for yo—for everyone. For the team. We.. like snacks.” En snorted from behind them, but said nothing.

“O...kay. Cool.. Uh, so.. You guys been here all morning?” He still wasn't entirely sure what to talk about with his new teammates, since he knew next to nothing about any of them. He learned Kestin was another human, surprisingly, and he'd joined the blades during an exchange program Kolivan and the Garrison had created two years ago. That was about it.

“Uh-huh, I pretty much live here when I'm not with the Intel crew,” Hedrox explained, then shifted and leaned heavily over the couch to point at their currently unmasked teammate. “En used to spend entire quintants holed up in his room working out, but now he does it here. Really stinks up the place.” The other blade halted their push-ups, and whipped up into an incredulous stance.

“Wh—Only because it was something you insisted upon! Had the Commander not agreed on your behest, I would not have done so. Would you prefer I leave?!”

“Noo, I like your stink! And I can never drag you all the way from your room to play Monsters and Mana with us here.”

“Hmph, the most simple and undemanding of tactical simulations. Can you truly blame me for not seeing the worth of such things?”

“Hold on, you guys play Monsters and Mana?!” Lance hadn't played that in years! Hedrox whipped back around.

“Absolutely! Although—” they faltered. “We were playing a campaign where um. Torat was kind of the main character. His people don't tend to live all that long so—“ Hedrox quietly settled back into his seat, and sighed. “We wanted to.. make sure he could make some nice memories with the Commander.” Despite the mask, it was obvious he was upset. En resumed exercising.

“Oh..”

“Anyway, I'll have to scrap the campaign and start a new one. Once it's ready, could I convince you to—or, that is to say—Do you want to be a part of it?!”

“Yeah, man! No one in my family likes playing anything but the Earth version of it. I think I still have my character data on my phone..” Hedrox leapt up to stand on the top of the sofa as Keith and Kestin strode in together.

“Sir Pike?! Lieutenant are you talking about the famed Sir Pike?! I'm gonna die right now.”

“What are we dying about?” Keith quirked a brow as he made a bee-line for Lance with a platter full of snacks. He then set it in the small round table curled within the sofa. Hedrox gestured emphatically at Lance, and Kestin sauntered over to a nearby mounted screen and pulled out some kind of console.

“The Lieutenant agreed to join us in a new Monsters and Mana campaign! And so I insist you join us once again, Commander.” Keith grabbed a handful of glowing pretzel looking snacks and tossed them in his mouth as he plunked next to Lance.

“..You handle making the character like before and I'll do it.”

“Deal!” At the same time, an overly loud voice from fifteen feet away boomed.

“I shall join as well!!”

Everyone looked over at En, now standing upright and rigid. They were breathing heavily and did not take their eyes off of Keith. Hedrox laughed in a way that was distinctly human, then gave En a thumbs up.

“Alrighty, I'm gonna whip up a campaign the M&M community'll lose their minds over.”

Lance looked over at Keith with his eyes wide, surprised by how lively this bunch of aliens were over a tabletop game. Keith shrugged. He offered some snacks from the platter which Lance gratefully obliged.

—

The strangeness his life had taken on soon settled into comfortable routine. In the simulated mornings in days that spanned approximately twenty-six and a half Earth hours to mimic the average day cycle of most inhabitants on the base, Lance would awake around the same time he used to in New Altea.

Instead of his solitary jog through the rolling country hills followed by the rest of the morning in the greenhouse, Lance now spent that time together with Keith. And the others, of course. Mobility and agility were highly important skills as super-spy space ninjas, so a large portion of their training regimens included plenty of cardio. They'd run the tracks in the training sector as a team, then branch off to their respective combat training zones. Close quarters combat was one of Lance's weakest areas, and after mentioning that offhandedly to Keith one night in the lounge, when Lance wasn't working on his aim, Keith would whisk him away for some practice. Together. Usually pretty sweaty all throughout, too (though En always followed and watched).

Quiznack,was Keith hot. In the weeks since his arrival, Lance had been thinking about how best to approach the asking-out-Keith conundrum. When was a good time? Anytime? When he was younger, and even now, Lance was never afraid to flirt. If someone wasn't interested, it was easy enough to move on, since how often would he really be seeing a random cute alien on some distant planet they saved? But with Keith..

Lance lifted up a tiny maintenance tool from the set for his blade issued pistol and examined the deconstructed gun on his desk in front of him. He'd already cleaned every part twice, and reassembled it in record time. It was a suitable distraction for his hands while he thought about what to do.

Lance considered the facts: Keith wasn't seeing anyone. But in the entire time Lance knew him, he'd never seen Keith directly express interest in any kind of person, so it was hard to say if he was into guys. Or anyone, for that matter. Was there a non-awkward way of trying to gauge that? Keith, buddy, hey man, just wondering if you'd hypothetically be interested in banging dudes? No reason for wondering, just curious. Totally not because I'd be devastated if I ruined our friendship by trying to get with you!

Lance clicked the final piece of the pistol back into place and groaned. He was so attractive though, it was almost infuriating! How did the cute and rough-around-the-edges Keith he'd saved the universe with manage to turn into one of the most handsome, charming, competent, and weirdly thoughtful guys he'd ever met?! It was bad enough he'd always been Lance's type. But now he had broad shoulders and a really nice ass on top of that. He wanted to.. well, he wanted to do a lot of things with Keith, obviously. But there was also the romantic part of Lance that longed for the sort of connection he hadn't had with anyone in years.

In the wake of the lions taking Allura's place in saving the universe from Honerva, Lance realized he would never be able to give her the life she deserved. He was just some guy from Cuba, some rebound,and neither of them would benefit from that kind of relationship. It was a quiet break-up. A mutual understanding, an awkward hug at the end of it, and the promise that they would still stay close friends.

But the Princess was a Princess, and the center of the newest push to unite the universe against the remnants of the empire. There was no room for Lance in that, not really, and it had been months since they spoke, let alone seen each other in person.

Lance was still kind of heartbroken over the whole thing. And the idea of pushing away Keith in the same way.. It.. scared him.

Never mind the mortifying idea of having to stick around in their tight-knit group after being rejected. Never mind the fact that Keith might even ask him to leave to avoid dealing with that whole awkward situation. Never mind how much he didn't want to go back to a life where nothing he did mattered. He loved his family, and he tried to tell himself it was fine to leave the universe saving to the rest of his old team because he was already too ruined by the war, but he was terrified he was going to spend the rest of his life doing nothing.

He wasn't talented, he wasn't special; he couldn't do anything worthwhile other than pilot a lion that didn't even technically exist anymore. And when his family and friends started aging, he'd be helpless to do anything but watch as everyone around him died because Allura thought it would be a gift to make him live six times as long as everyone else!

Oh. Lance was going to have to do something right away to stop thinking. He put his pistol back in its case and stiffly walked out the door of his room. He didn't want to be around anyone, but also hypocritically wanted desperately to be comforted. He wanted to call his mom, but then thought about having to eventually bury her. No, no, nope. Maybe he could just distract himself with training, or swimming, or something. He made his way down the now familiar hallways towards the training center,

then turned back around and went straight to Keith's door. He pressed the keypad, hoping both at once that he was busy, and that he wasn't.

“Hello?” His low and soothing voice drifted from under his fingertips.

“H-Hey! Keith, hey. You busy?”

“Hey Lance. I'm free, door's open.” Lance shuffled in with too much nervous energy that he tried to hide.

Keith's room was similar in design to his own, but sported a lot of interesting decorations. There were several boards on the walls with intel related to ongoing missions, assembled in a way that looked a bit like those conspiracy boards Keith made in his old cabin. There was a mounted case full of extremely alien-looking knives (a new hobby of his, Lance learned last week), and Kosmo was curled up in his bed, even tinier than usual. Keith turned from his desk to face Lance as he shambled in. “What's up?”

“Uhh, nothing much! Just—wondering what you were doing!” Instead of standing around strangely, Lance moved to sit on the bed and pulled the puppy-sized Kosmo onto his lap. Kosmo wiggled a bit in annoyance, realized Lance was there, and immediately settled back down into snoozing with an adorable huff. Keith leaned back in his chair and let his neck tilt back to face the ceiling.

“Not a ton. Just, so much—paperwork.” The desk was covered with small stacks of light blue paper-adjacent material, and what looked to be hundreds of space-y thumb-drives. Keith always seemed to have piles of them to plug into his personal blade-tablet thing, and apparently that was how they relayed top-secret info they didn't want to risk sending through any kind of network. It seemed weirdly inefficient, but Lance never felt like questioning it. “And most of it's another wave of applications for the team, even though I said I'm not rushing to find a replacement.” He swayed into an upright position, then turned to face him. “At this point I'm thinking about having the application say something like, 'are you willing to die to see the mission succeed?' just so I can toss the ones that say yes automatically.” Lance laughed nervously and gently scratched at Kosmo's small puppy mane.

“C'mon dude, imagine how desperate you'd be if not just one but two world-famous celebrities came to your job and had an opening on their team. Especially if they saved your life at some point, which we definitely did.”

“I guess. If you're not suited to working with them though, trying to push your way in anyway would probably just piss them off. Why even bother?”

“Ohh, buddy.. Never make a social media account.” Keith snorted.

“Wasn't planning on it. Anyway, your leg's doing that thing again.” Lance froze and looked down at his left leg jack-hammering against the floor. He'd picked up Kosmo into his arms at some point to not jostle him. “Something up?”

“No! Uh, no. I'm just—yeah, kinda antsy. You feel like doing something?” Keith studied him for a moment, then softened.

“Sure. If you wanna blow off some steam, we could—” Keith thought for a second. “Go work on CQC maybe? I used to do that all the time with the drones in the castle and it usually helped.” He stood up and walked over to Lance as he spoke, and gently picked up Kosmo from his arms. Then, he lifted his blanket up, rested the puppy against his pillow, and tucked him in. Lance instantly felt near ready to explode from fondness. He cleared his throat.

“Alright, let's go.” Surprisingly, Keith reached down to pull at the draping fabric part of his uniform that hung around his waist, then tossed it over his chair. When Lance looked at him questioningly, he smirked.

“Not giving you an advantage like last time.”

—

This was a bad idea.

High enough ranking members of the Blade of Marmora, Lance learned, were given access to a lot of amenities on base, including access to private training chambers. They'd only ever sparred with other teammates watching, which helped distract Lance enough to avoid thinking about how close he was to Keith, but this felt completely different now that they were alone.

“Masks on or off?” Keith asked as he finished inputting info into the room's door console. Recently, a time limit had been implemented to encourage blades not to overexert themselves, but no one on their team usually went for more than two or so hours except for En.

“On, I guess?” Lance then accidentally conjured an image in his mind of Keith pinned under him, hair tussled and face red, and immediately pressed the button on his suit to activate the mask. Keith nodded and did the same, but not to hide like Lance.

Lance gave a precursory quick stretch of his keyed up limbs, all electricity and jitters, and for a moment considered how uncomfortable it would be for Keith in a situation like this if he had to reject Lance, and quietly decided to put asking him out on the back-burner. At least for a while. He was still kind of a mess, anyway. “You ready?”

“Uh-huh.” He was feeling a little distracted, honestly. Keith was probably even better at CQC than Shiro at this point, so Lance knew he'd have to stay on the defensive. Keith leaned heavily on his right leg for a moment, then shot at him.

Sharp, brutal, efficient. Keith was a whirlwind of limbs and jabs. He wasn't one for grappling much, and instead whipped around Lance with a flurry of surprisingly easy to block punches.

Oh, he was warming him up and going easy on him. Lance's pride prickled a bit, and he took a moment to switch off the defensive to sweep a leg under the other man. But Keith leapt up in an instant, gripped the front of Lance's uniform, then tossed him. Lance needed only a second to recover before righting himself back onto his feet, and launched back over at Keith.

This time he was on the offensive, and though he lacked the same amount of raw Galran strength that Keith had, compensated by redirecting Keith's punches away from himself with rigid strikes of his forearms and elbows. Blue taught him, years ago, that in all ways he was best suited to be like water. Their comms were open, and he heard Keith give a satisfied laugh.

“Pretty good, Lance.”

“Hmph! You gonna go easy on me all day, dude? 'Cause I can just as easily head down to the pool if you're gonna—” Keith vanished from his view. What?

The slight breeze from his left was the only indication Lance got before he whipped around and braced. Keith's kick made a crack as it brutally connected to his crossed forearms shielding his chest, and Lance once again went careening backwards. Pain, bright and stinging flashed through his arms, and the air was knocked from his lungs as he hit the ground. He gasped and shuddered through it with his jaw clenched hard and tried to right himself. His armored arms were suddenly a sturdier white with blue bracers.

The inside of his mask lit up strangely, and in the same moment Lance noticed that, his fist was already connecting to Keith's masked cheek. Keith stumbled backwards. Lance took the opportunity to sweep his legs out from under him; this time it worked. He stomped on his ribs and Keith let out a pained gasp, but grabbed his ankle before Lance could retract it. In what felt like slow motion, his leg was twisted and pulled, and his balance was stolen from him. The ground slowly crept up to meet him, and with strength Lance couldn't match, Keith pinned his arms on either side against the smooth floor. He struggled for a moment before realizing the futility of it, then loosened the wires pulling his screaming muscles taut.

They both heaved deep breaths, masked faces only inches apart.

“Quiznack. You've been—” Keith wheezed and shook his head. “—holding out on me, Lance! Didn't know you had moves like that.”

It wasn't as bright anymore, and Lance was hit with the sudden realization that Keith was, in fact, very close right now. He bit back an embarrassed shriek and wiggled around until Keith released his hold. He blurted out the first stray thought that floated through his currently flat-lining brain. “Farming'll do that!” Lance squeaked.

“Farming—What?!” Keith wheezed again, and before long started to laugh. “That makes no sense!” He flopped down next to Lance, and relaxed with a chuckling sigh.

Lance felt a little like he wanted to die from embarrassment. But as he defended his nonsense claim, mostly found himself wanting to see Keith without his mask in that moment.

—

🥺 i wanted more BONDING SCENES!!! action and sad can wait!! Lance has to wax poetic about Keith's ass NOW!!

ANYWAY DID U LIKE THIS CHAPTER 😳

& BTW! I've already got up to chapter 5 on my patreon if u feel like supporting me and getting access to it early.... 👀

#klance #voltron #vld #keith kogane #vld lance #srpa #blade lance

[theamityelf]

The killing game survivors of Hope's Peak Academy all had their different ways of testing the waters of their new job at the Future Foundation. (Deliberate ones, and ones that just came as a result of who they were as people.) Kyoko tested the waters of being frequently late. Byakuya tested the waters of being frequently insubordinate. Hina ran laps around shared work spaces, Hiro scammed their coworkers, and Toko still wasn't technically a member.

Makoto...okay, he challenged the leadership's patience in a lot of ways, but one example that he genuinely couldn't help was that he was the first of the survivors to have to take a sick day.

And the second.

And the third.

Makoto lay in bed, groaning through a throbbing headache and feeling gross. He hadn't even had it in him to let anyone know he was sick, which just made him feel worse, because it reminded him of another time he hadn't let anyone know he was sick, and he'd almost been executed over it.

(Well, it wasn't like that was really the reason, but he still felt anxious.)

Waking up from his third nap– glancing at the clock, it looked like he was an hour and a half late for work –he heard movement in his suite. That definitely wasn't helping him not think about that one time, but it was probably just Kyoko or Hina or someone, coming to check on him.

It sounded like it was coming from his kitchen. Maybe Hiro, then. He often casually brought up how much money they could make if they sold off some of the Ultimate Hope's used cutlery. Or maybe Hina had peeked in while he was sleeping, seen that he was sick, and decided to bring him something to eat? It did sound like someone was using the stove.

Makoto dozed off again and woke to someone pulling a thermometer out of his mouth.

"101 Fahrenheit," an unexpected voice sighed. "You're usually a tenth of a degree above average, but still..."

"Komaeda?" Makoto said blearily. "What are you doing here?"

"Everyone was wondering where you were, so I took the initiative to come check before anyone more important could be forced to abandon their work," Komaeda said brightly. "I've let your friends know that you're sick. They were somewhat annoyed that you didn't call or email, so I unfortunately had to explain just how out-of-it you were when I arrived, which caused them to realize that you couldn't have gotten up to let me in. I think they're bothered about me picking your locks. Sorry about that. But I made breakfast!"

"Breakfast?"

"Here, open."

"Wait...My...locks?"

"Well, I had to make sure you were alright. I'd be a pretty bad intern if I let something bad happen. Now, here; you should eat something. Even if I made it."

Makoto ate a few bites of breakfast. A flush of pink filled Komaeda's cheeks, and he was smiling so much. A part of Makoto's fevered mind felt glad that Komaeda was this happy, but he could barely keep his eyes open to see it.

Nagito paused, setting the chopsticks down to brush back the hair that was plastered to Naegi's forehead. "Are you still awake?" he asked.

There was no answer, save for Naegi's soft breathing, accented by the quiet rasp of his congested nose.

Nagito took the unfinished food back to the kitchen. He gave into temptation and sucked the lingering traces of broth and the moisture from Naegi's lips off of the chopsticks, then pocketed them. He returned to the room and helped Naegi drink some juice. And he drank what remained in the glass after, then thoroughly scrubbed it clean with a light, giddy head and a chest full of shame.

He wiped the sweat from Naegi's brow and pulled up a chair beside the bed so he could sit there fanning him. Unfortunately, he couldn't switch hands when his wrist got sore, but he didn't mind it.

After all, Naegi needed him.

He was really lucky.

#danganronpa #komaeda intern au #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #komaegi #my fanfic #thinking of doing a follow-up #where kyoko and hina show up during their lunch break #and find out nagito's still there #(not to mention i'm imagining munakata or yukizome send mikan in to help)

[starsurface]

Hai! Been regressed all day because I’ve come down with a icky sickness and i dont feel so good :< Could I maybe get some Mk11 Kano Cg hcs of him looking after a sick/ill baby regressor?- ✨

No cause like, I've been sick for almost a week and it's only gotten worse, especially in the past two days >:(

There's some silly virus going around, and I'm sorry you caught it, darling :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano w/ Sick Babyspace Regressor Hcs

⚔️ Kano, as much as I love him, isn't the best person

⚔️ Probably teased you for being sick when it wasn't that bad

⚔️ Like, come on, you aren't that sick, stop being all dramatic

⚔️ But when your symptoms began to worsen, he actually became super worried

⚔️ At first you just felt a bit icky, but now you can't feel half your face with how congested it is, your throats all scratchy, it hurts to talk, you're practically panting because you can't breathe through your nose

⚔️ ^ Apologies, I'm projecting, I feel incredibly icky rn

⚔️ He feels really bad that he didn't take your sickness seriously when he could have helped you when it wasn't that bad

⚔️ He feels even worse when you regress really tiny because of how icky you feel :(

⚔️ Don't you worry, Uncle Kano's gonna take good care of you now, Sweetheart

⚔️ Since your really tiny, he'll swaddle you in your favorite blankie and rock you, gently shushing your cries

⚔️ Kano's got a pretty tough inume system, so he doesn't get sick easily

⚔️ Because of this you get all the cuddles you could ever ask for

⚔️ Usually when you two cuddle he calls you a Clingy Koala but will die down his teasing because you feel icky and just want some lovin’

⚔️ Ans how could he make fun of you for that? Poor thing

⚔️ Kano, surprisingly, is a pretty decent chef, and will make you some bomb chicken noodle soup

⚔️ ^ I recommend Princess Chicken noodle soup, it makes me feel a bit better

⚔️ He'll spoon feed you so you don't spill anything by accident

⚔️ He'll get you some yummy Sprite and saltines if your feelings hungry

⚔️ Like, he'll get you actual food if you'd like, but those are some of the go to sick snacks he knows of

⚔️ Will not let you have munchies if you can't stomach anything though, he doesn't wanna make you throw up on purpose :(

⚔️ He'll clear his entire schedule just to make sure he can look after you

⚔️ Kanos not a very nice man, but he refuses to leave his bab’s side when they feel all icky like this

⚔️ Plus Kabal can do all the Black Dragon work for a few days <3

⚔️ Unfortunately, you might need to have some nasty medicine :(

⚔️ He'll get you some yummy water afterwards and cuddle you

⚔️ He knows some medicine doesn't taste great, but somehow all the yucky ones make people feel better quicker

⚔️ If your little enough to use diapers, he's more comforting about it than usual because your all sick

⚔️ If your throat hurts, he'll make you some warm milk or get you some throat medicine

⚔️ Is also a lot more patient than usual

⚔️ He knows your sick, and he knows you might be already sensitive than usual

⚔️ He also knows that crying because you couldn't find your hair tie isn't something that you'd usually do, but you better know he'll find that hair tie for you (he was probably sitting on it)

⚔️ Usually he'd encourage you to babble, laughing and having conversations with you

⚔️ But now you sound like Bi-Han, all raspy and almost drunk (very bad overall)

⚔️ So he probably expects you to go somewhat nonverbal, cradling you and letting you huff and cry into his chest

⚔️ It's never nice, feeling all icky and bad

⚔️ You'll never have to worry about going through it alone though, he'll become your clingy Koala

⚔️ He'll put on your favorite cartoons or movie, and you two will cuddle in bed

⚔️ He'll try to make you laugh by making jokes or jabbing at one of his friends

⚔️ But if you get irritated at them faster than usual, he'll stop

⚔️ It's no fun making a joke if you both can't laugh about it

⚔️ Kano isn't the best person to help you get better, since he doesn't actually know what he's doing half the time and is completely winging it

⚔️ But he's there for you, thick and thin

⚔️ Your his baby after all, you can't be sick alone, what kind if Dada would he be if he left you all alone? >:(

⚔️ He'll gently clean your face and shush you when you start apologizing

⚔️ There's so need to apologize, your body just feels a bit icky, Sweetheart, no need to be sorry

⚔️ If your too woozy or small to stand up, he'll carry you around so you can feel a bit better by brushing your teeth or taking a quick short

⚔️ Highly encourages sitting under a steamy shower so your face gets unclogged from all the bad stuff in it

⚔️ He'll even help you brush your teeth!! You really don't gotta lift a finger around this man, especially when you're this sick and small!!

⚔️ You becomes his new Teddy bear, and he becomes your new Teddy bear (and servant), that's how the world works <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I hope you feel better!!! <3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #age regression headcanons #sfw agere #mk agere #mk11 headcanons #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk kano #kano #mk11 kano #kano x reader #cg Kano #caregiver kano

[libraford]

Just one more thing I wanna bitch about before I call it a day and enjoy the weekend.

I've had a sinus infection all week and its been clearing up. My boss knew that I had a sinus infection, it was pretty clear from the coughing, sneezing, congestion, and voice change that I was sick.

I worked with her on thursday and she heard my voice rattling and she said "I feel sorry for you." and then told me that it was my job to call the prepaid students by name.

By the end of the day, I couldn't speak at all.

And it was very out of character for her to do that kind of thing on purpose, but it does feel somewhat retaliatory for losing the tech part that I theoretically (but now I'm not so sure) misplaced literally a year ago.

I get the feeling that she's mad at me for a lot of stuff that's happening, like moving too fast and not taking my time to get everything perfect, or by not catching other people's mistakes, or not being a good trainer by her standards, or for asking for Tuesday evenings off (because she keeps scheduling me long shifts with long drives on Tuesdays), or not knowing the correct protocol for certain things which I wasn't told the correct protocol for.

I make a lot of mistakes.

But they're usually little, fixable, understandable mistakes.

And whether or not putting my voice under that kind of stress was intentional, it was a shit thing to do.

[faofinn]

6. Sick and Injured

His body was on fire, sirens and shouts and flashes of bright light overwhelming him. Everything merging into just too much. He couldn't do it, couldn't hold on, so he let go, the sudden snap of relief just welcome blackness. There was no fight against whatever was holding him down, forcing each breath down his throat. He was dying, he was sure of it, and he was just so exhausted. It wasn't giving up. or giving in, it would just be a rest, just a break. 

"Everyone ready? Yeah, Okay. This is Finn, he's 22 and has quite the extensive medical history. He was found by a member of the public on the side of the road, confused and combative. When we arrived, he was in and out but very agitated. Apparently witnessed falling over a few times, initially query intox, but has a medic-alert bracelet on his backpack - He's known epileptic from a TBI, with EDS, POTS, chronic pain, fatigue and a few other mental health conditions. 

"When he's fallen, he seems to have hit his head multiple times, he's got two reasonable sized lacs to the left side of his head, and one across his eyebrow. No boggy masses, but cheekbone feels deformed. Obvious dislocation, possible break to left shoulder / collar bone, looks pretty unstable at the minute.

"He is cannulated and tolerating an OP at the moment. He had a possible 30 second seizure as we moved to the ambulance, and he's gone a lot more vacant in the last three minutes or so.

"He's got a temp of 38.6, tachy at 126, hypotensive 98/76. bm of 6.2. Sats have been 92 on air, came up to 96 on 15L. Reduced air entry globally, nothing being shifted on the right base, sounds very congested and crackly there. We've got NOK details from his alert card, so can give them a call while you guys get him sorted, if there's nothing else you need from us?"

When Sheila had called Fao in the middle of the night to say his brother had disappeared, he had to admit it hadn’t quite been what he’d expected. He’d known Finn was struggling with a chest infection of some description, and they’d been worried about seizures, and so he expected the call to be from his mum saying they’d had to go to A&E. 

He’d been sitting up with a cup of tea, just in case Finn turned up at his place, when his phone rang again, showing as No Caller ID. He snatched it up, immediately hitting answer. 

“Hello?”

"Hi, is that, uh, Faolan?"

He winced. “Yeah, that’s me.”

"In just ringing about your brother, a Finn Daniels?"

He sighed. “What’s happened?”

"He's been brought into the ED, he's…he's quite unwell at the moment. It might be best if you were able to come in?"

“Has he had a seizure?” Fao asked, glad he was already dressed. “I’m on my way in.”

"I think it's best if we explain in person."

Oh, fuck. That didn’t bode well, and Fao felt a cold fear run through him. “George’s? I’ll be there in ten.”

"Yeah. Did you want to let the family know? Or would you rather I called them?"

“I’ll call them.”

"Thank you."

“Thanks for calling me.” Fao murmured. 

"I'm sorry it's not good news. Be safe getting in."

“Mm, thanks.” Fao said softly, before he put the phone down. He drained his mug, shoved his shoes on and grabbed his stuff before he woke Ollie to tell him he was going and he didn’t know when he’d be back. The drive to hospital was quick, Fao definitely not speeding. He called Sheila on the way, explaining what little knew, and soon he’d found somewhere to park and rushed into the hospital. 

Finn had continued to swing between agitated and not, the staff only growing more concerned. He'd been sedated slightly, mainly just to get him through CT, but they'd still yet to get a coherent response from him. Even the mention of Fao coming to see him didn’t seem to break through, Finn staring blankly through them. 

When Fao finally got to the reception desk, he felt like he was going to lose his mind. He hated not knowing anything, whoever he’d spoken to on the phone so vague and unhelpful. Yes, he appreciated things were best discussed in person, but an idea was helpful. He didn’t even know if this was a seizure, though with what Sheila had told him it was somewhat likely. 

They took him through, but he wasn’t allowed straight into resus, instead shown the relatives room to wait. He paced up and down like a caged tiger, his hair a mess from how many times he’d run his fingers through it, though it fell in his face all the same. 

There was a sharp knock on the door, all too clinical and harsh for the situation. "Hi, is it Fao?"

Fao stopped pacing. “Yeah. What’s going on? Nobody’s told me anything.”

"Sorry about that, do you want to have a seat?"

“Is he alive?” Fao barely dared to ask the question. 

They softened, giving him a small smile. "He is, he's currently in our resus bit. He's very not well at the minute, and we're waiting to get him stable enough to take up to ICU."

That wasn’t unusual for Finn, as awful as that was. His shoulders slumped with relief that his brother was still alive, and he scanned the doctor’s face to try and work out what was going on. “Was it a seizure? He’s had an infection brewing and that always sets him off, are we talking status? If you’re waiting on ICU I’m assuming he’s been tubed? Have you spoken with his consultant? I think he was looking at trying to arrange an admission anyway.”

"We're not entirely sure what's been going on. He was picked up at the roadside, by the sounds of it he'd fallen quite a few times. He's got some pretty significant head injuries at the moment. We've not intubated him yet, no, but it's looking likely that's the way it's heading. He's currently just about managing with some extra support, but it's…he's got a significant chest infection, pneumonia, and we're not sure if the falls he's had has made it worse, but his lungs aren't working as they should be." He sighed. "We've not been able to really have a chat with him at all, he's been very agitated and quite combative, so we've sedated him a little bit, for his safety. He currently has a little piece of plastic in his mouth, just to help him keep his airways open. It's not the most comfortable for him, but he needs it with the medications and the stuff going on."

Evidently this was going to be a long conversation, and Fao was sore from the sheer amount of pacing he’d been doing. He sat down, nodding. “Alright. I got a call off my mum about an hour ago saying he’d gone missing and was he at mine.” He murmured. “Has he had a CT for the head injuries? He can be really agitated and combative especially when he’s feeling overwhelmed. He doesn’t like to be touched, he doesn’t like a lot of people around him, especially after a seizure. I’m happy to give you any social or medical history that would help you out. He really hates things on his face, it’s a struggle to keep oxygen on him when he’s postictal, he’s a nightmare. He doesn’t always tolerate the OP well as he comes around so you’re best keeping him sedated a bit. He’s well known to ICU, his seizures unfortunately often lead to him in status and needing to be intubated.” He wasn’t trying to tell this doctor how to do their job, but it was hard when this was his little brother. 

"That's very helpful to know, thank you." They said, and meant it. "We're just currently waiting on the CT report, so we'll be able to give you a bit more insight then. Unfortunately his agitation has been pretty constant, even when left alone. And, with the infection, he needs to be on the oxygen, he's not managing without it at the moment."

“Yeah, I appreciate that.” Fao said. “He’s epileptic from a tbi as a ten year old, he always really struggles with his seizures when he picks up infections, and he’s been through some difficult personal stress in the last six months or so as well as some meds changes which have also made his seizures more difficult to control.”

"Of course. You can come and sit with him, if you'd like? I will warn you he does have quite a few injuries, he might not look quite like himself. 

“Nothing I can’t handle, I’m sure. I was with him when he had his initial TBI.” Fao said, standing up. “I’d like to see him.”

"I can't imagine how difficult that must have been."

“Makes Afghanistan look like a walk in the park.”

"Did you serve?"

He nodded. “Four tours, medical corps.”

"Wow, that's a lot."

“Yeah. Can I see my brother now?”

"Of course. Can i get you a cup of tea? Coffee?"

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

"Alright, just let me know. I'll let you though."

“Thanks.” Fao said, following him through into Resus. It was busy as always, though it was familiar to him now. His eyes flicked over to the bays, trying to find his brother’s. He hated this, being on the back foot with him. As much as moving out had been so much better for his mental health, it had its challenges too. 

Finn was crowded with doctors and nurses, poking and prodding at him. Unlike normal, he was too still, too quiet. While they'd obviously tried to clean the blood from his head injuries, each period of agitation had quickly opened them back up. His shoulder was almost in a sling, though it was clear he'd fought against that not so long ago. 

Fao’s eyes flicked critically over the monitors, trying to gauge where Finn was at. Not great. He took a moment at the foot of the bed, watching them work. Finn really didn’t seem like Finn, though at least he wasn’t fighting them in that moment. He fiddled with the lighter in his pocket,something to keep his hands busy. He’d instinctively reached for his tags, but they weren’t there any more, and he needed something to do. 

One of the nurses caught sight of Fao in her peripheral. "Hi, you must be Finn’s brother?"

Fao nodded. “Yeah. Sorry to linger, I didn’t want to interrupt you all.”

"No, no, of course not. Come on, you can come say hi to him."

Fao pushed through to come along side his brother, a stark contrast to how he usually was at work. They’d not recognised him yet, but he hadn’t been there long, and he was likely just another faceless surgeon when he was down there. He gently reached out to take Finn’s hand, cautious of a reaction from him. 

“Hey, Finn. It’s me, it’s Fao.”

Fao's voice, as it always seemed to, managed to break through to Finn. He blinked at Fao, his gaze dropping to their hands. 

“Hi. Got yourself into a bit of a mess, eh?”

"Oh, he definitely recognised you there." The nurse smiled, fussing over Finn. "Bet you're glad he's here, yeah? You'll have had him worried sick."

Fao squeezed his hand. “You’re a nightmare, you know that? Causing all this lot trouble, too. Look at you.”

The recognition he'd had quickly vanished, Finn looking straight through the lot of them. He pulled his hand from Fao's to rub at his face, his hand coming back red.

“It’s okay.” Fao soothed. “Do you think I could try and clean these wounds for him? I’m a doctor, I’ve got ID somewhere.” He asked, digging around in his pockets. 

"We shouldn't…" She hesitated. It was the most settled Finn had been, and the closest any of them had gotten to him. "I'll grab you some supplies."

He finally found his ID, the lanyard jangling. “Here, and I can give you my GMC if you want to document it.” He said, offering it to her. “Thank you.”

"Ah, brill. You know what the paperwork is like. Do you want a seat?"

“That would be great, thank you.”

"Won't be long." She said softly, resting her hand on his arm before disappearing off. 

“Thanks.” He murmured, leaning on the rails of the bed whilst he waited, watching his brother carefully. 

Finn seemed to fade back in, catching his brother’s eye and holding his gaze. A frown flickered across his face and he shoved his arm in Fao's general direction with a groan.

Fao took his hand. “Hey. Bet you feel shit right now, eh?”

He spat the plastic from his mouth, dislodging the mask on his face.  "My chest hurts."

“Mask needs to stay on, Finn.” Fao told him, but didn’t move to adjust it. “It’s going to hurt, you’re not well.” 

"Then help." He narrowed his eyes, his chest crackling with each breath. The cough didn't take long to follow, but Finn didn't move to cover his mouth or turn his head. 

“Here, let’s get this back on.” Fao said, adjusting the mask. “I know it’s horrid, but it will help you out.” He was definitely out of it, though seemed more coherent than before - coherent enough to complain, anyway. 

Finn scowled as Fao got close, but whatever argument he had planned was quickly lost. His arms stretched out, his shoulder dislocating once more, and his back arched in a seizure. His eyes were fixed in the corner as he groaned, his body contorted and stuck. It finished as quickly as it had started, the extra exertion making Finn struggle and cough.

Shit. 

Fao winced as Finn’s shoulder slipped out of place again, as his back arched and the seizure took him. He was about to hit the emergency bell when it stopped, Finn struggling with his breathing again as his body tried to catch up. He considered going to find someone as the nurse reappeared, chair in hand. 

“He’s just had a seizure, all of about two seconds long, and that shoulder’s gone again.” 

She winced. "Ah, bless him. I'll get some more diazepam for him. The anaesthetists are on their way down, they'll probably have a chat with you. You probably know them, at least better than you know us."

“Maybe, yeah. I’ve not been here long. He needs his neuro really.”

"I think it's Dr Cunningham on this evening."

“Perfect.” Fao said, unable to stop the smile. “He’s Finn’s main consultant.”

"Oh, that's worked out well then." She said gently, moving to check on Finn. 

The younger man had returned to his vacant staring, though still struggled to catch his breath. His saturations hovered just under acceptable, and the doctor sighed from behind them.

"We'd hoped to wait, but I think we should go ahead and get that chest drain in now."

Fao hummed. “Worth doing whilst he’s a bit more settled than he has been.” He took a seat gladly in the chair the nurse had brought him, stroking gently through Finn’s hair. 

"Right, let's get an airway dump, just in case, and then give him a little more sedation. No point making it worse for him."

“Can I stay with him?”

"He's fine to stay." The nurse told the doctor. "He's fine."

Fao glanced at the doctor, relieved the nurse seemed to be on his side. He couldn’t leave Finn again, he just couldn’t. Besides, clearly he was doing something right, because his brother was settled. 

"We'll get you to sit on his other side, yeah? We might have to move you, so just bear with." The doctor happily listened to the nurse. "How are we getting on with that sedation? Got it? Brilliant. Let's get this done for him."

#sicktember #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #whump #oc #fic #finn daniels #sicktember 2023 #day 6 #sick and Injured #seizures #pneumonia #chest drain #worried family #the beauty of this one is nobody knowing fao

[crystalsnow95z]

Can I request Jimin coming down with a cold during a fanmeet? so army is worried for him but he stifles his sneezes and pretends he is okay

This got really long.. sorry for the ridiculous amount of fluff in the beginning before getting to the actual fanmeet.

Sorry he's apparently very bad at pretending he's okay but that's just how it came out🤷‍♀️

"Jiminie, I don't know what I should wear." Hoseok whined from the closet, bringing out several different outfits, dropping some as he walked.

"Did you bring out your whole wardrobe?" Jimin giggles when he sees his roommate up to his nose in clothes, dropping them onto his bed, going back for the clothing he lost.

"No, maybe a quarter of it? Did you already choose yours Mini?" Hoseok starts pairing outfits together.

"Yeah I did last...ah...heh..heh'tichi !" Jimin quickly covers his face. "Heh..hehitdhi!"

"Bless you, Jiminie. You've been sneezing a lot since yesterday. Are you sure you're up for this?" Hoseok looks over the younger vocalist. Jimin's nose was pink, and his voice came out soft and congested.

"Yes, if I take some medicine I'll be..heh..heh'itch!" Jimin sniffles, rubbing his nose. He wasn't feeling well at all, but he didn't want to let army down. His sinuses were swollen, causing a throbbing headache and his throat was sore, having to speak softly so it didn't hurt as much to talk.

"I'll go get you some medicine.." Hoseok leaves the room, going into the bathroom where Yoongi and Taehyung were brushing their teeth. He opens the medicine cabinet, pulling out the cough syrup.

Taehyung spits into the sink. "Is Jiminie still not feeling well?"

"No, he's gotten worse overnight, but he seems to still be excited to go to the fanmeet.." Hoseok explains, leaving the bathroom with Taehyung at his heels.

"I heard your cold got worse.. I wanted to see..ah Minnah.. your nose is red now.." Taehyung goes up to Jimin, touching the tip of his nose.

"I'm okay Tete. It's just a little cold." Jimin smiles, trying to stop his urge to sniffle with his brothers standing in front of him.

"Here, take this, Jiminie." Hoseok pours him a shot of medicine, trying to pass it over to him. "Huh? Jiminie?"

Jimin steps back instead of grabbing it putting up a finger, his breath hitching as a sneeze builds. "Heh..heh..Heh'tichi! Heh...heitxchugh..!" He sniffles, taking the medicine in one swallow. "Thanks, Hyungie.."

"Hopefully it'll work quickly.. we only have ten minutes until staff comes to get us. Do you need anything else? Some water? Some pain pills? I'm already ready. I just need to put on my shoes." Taehyung's voice is thick with worry, but he knew Jimin wouldn't stay home to rest.

"Ten minutes? Aiish.." Hoseok starts digging through his pile of clothes. "Okay..okay.. I narrowed it down!"

"That would be great, Taehyungie. I got a bit of a headache." Jimin picks up a jacket from Hoseok's bed, trying to hide how awful he felt. "What about this one? It'll go good with those pants you're holding."

Taehyung leaves the two to figure out Hoseok's wardrobe fiasco.

"Oh, sh*t I'm sorry Jiminie have I been too loud?" Hoseok lowered his voice.

"No, no you're okay.." Jimin lied to spare Hoseok's feelings. Each time his voice raised with excitement, it made the pain intensify. "We need to hurry Hyungie, what about the outfit?" He quickly gets him back on topic.

"That's a great idea. Very cute." Hoseok holds them together. "Now, what shirt. Maybe this one? Or.. maybe a plain white one?" He sighs, looking at four different options he pulled. "Next time, don't let me ask the stylist if I could choose myself.."

"Heh..heh'itch..! You're just overthinking it. Army won't care what you wear. They just want to meet us." Jimin pretends he didn't sneeze, continuing the conversation like nothing happened, but Hoseok doesn't.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? It's going to be loud there and you know we'll get requested to sing at least a bit.. your voice is off.." Hoseok reaches to touch Jimin, checking for warmth in his cheeks.

"It's just a little cold. I'll be fine. I've done full concerts in..ah..ah..achitdh!" Jimin sneezes into his elbow. "Ugh...worse condition." He finishes his sentence wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

"I know, I know.. i just worry about you." Hoseok starts getting changed, not having the time to fret over his ailing roommate.

Taehyung returns with pain medicine, shaking out two pills for Jimin. "Here Mini. This should help.." Even with Jimin trying his hardest to hide how he felt, his soulmate didn't fall for his fake smile. "You should try to rest on the way to the meet. Okay?"

Despite sleeping the whole forty-five minutes, it took to reach the fanmeet location Jimin still woke up feeling groggy and even more congested than before. They arrived early so they could get their makeup done, but the lucky Army who won the contest were already waiting outside.

"Oh wow.. thats more people than I thought.." Jungkook presses against the glass to see army lined up outside, the suv driving to the back entrance where they could discreetly enter.

"I hope they won't have to wait too long. We might have to set up a timer system so no one gets too little or too much time." Jin notes.

"Maybe we should've kept the number lower." Namjoon felt nerves churning in his stomach. Meeting army up close was much harder than performing for all of them.

"We made the meet two and a half hours this time.. we'll be fine." Yoongi looks at Jimin when he hears a loud sniffle from him. "I thought you were getting over your cold.. are you okay?"

"I thought I was too, but this morning it was worse.." Jimin gets a tissue, trying to clean up his face for the makeup artist to work with, but when he wipes away the drip, he triggers even more sneezes. "Hehitduch! Heh..heh..hehitcjsh! Heh..heh..." The last sneeze doesn't come on its own, having to force it out by rubbing and wiggling his nose. "Hah..haschi!"

Hoseok gets him a new tissue. "Here you go, Minnah."

"Thanks Hyung.." Jimin blows his nose, soaking the tissue with thick mucus. "I'm sorry Noona.." he bows, trying his best to stifle his sneezes as she tries to get his face done as quickly as possible.

"It's okay Jimin-ssi. Just tell me if you can't hold it back or if it becomes too much." The stylist says with a sympathic smile.

Jimin sat there trying to stay still, his breath hitching as he stifled his sneezes, constantly sniffling. He was reaching his limits, eyes watering as the pressure builds up.

"Do you need a break, Jimin-sii? Your eyes are watering..it's okay if you do, sweetheart." She asks, gently wiping a tear away.

Jimin nods, spinning away from her to release the sneezes he was holding, trying his best to not ruin her hard work. "Hehtichih!Heh..hehitcxh! Heh...heh...heihitchugh!" He sniffles loudly, gently dabbing his nostrils. "I'm sorry.." he turns back to face her, letting her touch up around his nose, holding his breath as she works.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I'm nearly done." She reassures him with a kind smile. "I'll add extra makeup near your eyes and on your nose.."

The crowd roars in cheers when the members come in site, Jimin only able to pick up the name of his teammates and that they love them. He was glad the medicine kicked in, making it bearable except when they got especially high in pitch.

Jimin waves and bows on his way to the table staff set up for them along with the others members each of them picking up the mic set out for them.

The seven line up, ready to greet army "2!3!" RM cues them to bow, all seven speaking in unison. "We are BTS."

The crowd cheers loudly, the fannmeet officially beginning.

"Army! Hello!" Jin checks his mic, the crowd all greeting him with cheers and hellos.

"Army..I purple you." Taehyung tries his mic next, army mimicking him, waving various purple things to show their love.

Jimin felt his stomach tighten, knowing full well army would be able to hear his congested voice when he spoke. He wanted them to have fun, not worry about him the whole time. He let all the others go first before going, keeping his short and sweet. "Hello, I'm Jimin. I'm so excited to be here."

Hoseok quickly starts talking right after him, trying to distract army. "Are you ready to have some fun?"

Sh*t..

Jimin could feel the tickle return at the very edge of his nose, his breath hitching to sneeze, but he used a trick Yoongi told him, rubbing his tongue across the top of his mouth, relaxing when it actually worked.

The first thing on the agenda of things to do with a Q&A, a bowl of questions being brought to the table.

"Alright army let's try to see how many we can get through in 20 minutes!" Hoseok reaches in the bowl, struggling with the English writing."{Could you do Silver spoon for army?} Namjoon-ah what one is silver spoon?"

"Ah..baepsae, baepsae." Namjoon answers him.

"They want to see your hip thrusts." Yoongi teased, Hoseok's ears turning red.

Hoseok playfully shoves him. "Only if you dance with me." He challenges the eldest rapper

"I don't think I remember it all." Yoongi admits.

"I'll show you Hyung." Taehyung gets up, speaking the lyrics as he does the chorus.

"Ah, ah, okay okay. Let's go. Us three." Yoongi sets up his phone, placing the mic next to it, starting the song in the middle.

As the three distract army Jimin takes it as his chance to sneeze, pressing his lips tightly together to try to silence it, a squeak coming out.

"You need a tissue Jimin?" Namjoon whispers by his ear.

"No, no, I'm fine." Jimin sniffles. If he kept grabbing tissues, he'd worry army. He'd much rather try to suffer silently. "I might have to wear a mask when we do the signing event, but I don't want to ruin their photos for now.."

"Not might, you'll have to. We don't want to get them sick." Jin tells him sternly.

Jimin nods.

"Okay challenge done! Next question." Hoseok uses his hands to silence army.

Namjoon reaches in plucking out a purple piece of paper. "What are your hobbies outside of music? Ah.. you should know I love going to museums and I really want to travel more for pleasure. Jungkook-ah?"

"Hmm...I haven't really done much lately.. I'm just working out..ah! I took up boxing again.. me and Jimin-sii both have."

The crowd cheers, and several army in the back ask for a demonstration.

"Boxing now? No, no we don't have gloves." Jungkook makes an excuse, not wanting to make Jimin use up what little energy he had.

The army in front agrees, shouting no, spending the message that Jimin wasn't doing well down the line, whispering and telling them to pass it on.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Jungkook asks curiously, noticing them leaning close to each other.

"Maybe they are planning a surprise for us?" Taehyung shrugs.

"Hah..hah.." Jimin covers his face, eyes watering as his breath hitching as another sneeze builds up, this time he didn't stop the sneeze. It just never came. He tried to rub the pain away, to no avail.

"Jiminie, do you need a break?" Taehyung asks when he sees him, but Jimin shakes his head, folding his hands in front of him.

"No.. no I just thought I had to sneeze, but I guess I don't." Jimin smiles through the pain. "What was the next question?"

"Ah, it was about pets, but you don't have any, so you're good. Here. Drink some water.." Taehyung passes him a waterbottle, taking over the conversation gushing over his dear Yeotan. "My mom sent me the cutest video yesterday. Hang on, army.. I'll show you." Taehyung pulls out his phone, searching for the small video and posting it on his social."Ta-da. It's done!" He smiles, watching the crowd rush on their phone to see where he posted it.

Jimin takes a drink of water, trying to soothe his throat. With all the mucus draining into his throat from his sniffling,it was irritating his throat, and Taehyung could hear it. He looks down, coughing while army was busy watching the clip Tae posted.

Hoseok reaches for Jimin's hand, giving it a squeeze. "You okay, Mini?"

"Yes. I think I need to go blow my nose, though.." Jimin admits, not wanting to continue to make himself worse.

"Go Jiminie, it's okay. We can handle the questions from here. We know each other well enough if they have any questions specifically for you." Hoseok reassures him.

Jimin gets up, leaving quickly to the bathroom. "Heh..heh'tichi! Heit..chi!" He sneezes into his hands, grimacing with the sticky mucus sprays onto them. "Ugh..this is the worst.." he sighs, trying to turn on the sink without touching the knob with his sticky hands.

"Here.. let me do it."

"Aiish!"Jimin jumps when he hears a voice in the bathroom with him, reaching to the faucet.

"Ah. I'm sorry Jimin hyung.. i just saw you struggling..." The young man bows. He was one of the Army invited to the event.

"Are you okay Jimin-sii?" One of the security rush to him when they hear his surprised yell,ready to protect him, but Jimin shakes his head.

"No, no, it's okay. I just didn't know he was already in here. It's okay." Jimin tells him, going back to washing the goo from his hands. "He was in here first.."

He backs off, but doesn't leave the bathroom.

"Here, Jimin hyung.. ah, Jimin-sii." He holds out a small packet of tissues from his fanny pack. "I'll see..see you when you come ba-back out. Feel better soon." He stammered nervously to look at Jimin in his eyes, leaving the restroom.

"Ah, thank you.." Jimin smiles. "Cute.." He was thankful that he didn't overstep his boundaries. He could've easily watched him from the stall until he left. He opened the tissue packet, blowing his nose, needing two tissues to clear it.

"Are you ready to go back?" The bodyguard asks when Jimin finishes washing his hands a second time.

"Yes. Thank you.." Jimin quickly returns to the table with the others sneezing three more times along the way, taking his seat. "Sorry, Army." He speaks into his microphone.

"It's okay!" They call back to him.

After a few games with the members they reached the part he was most nervous for, going face to face with army for the fan sign.

They lined up in a single file line, security keeping everything under control.

"Hello."Jungkook greets the first army warmly.

Jimin's breath hitched for another sneeze, but he refused to let it out, clamping his mouth shut, closing his eyes tightly as the pressure builds. It took a few more moments for the pain to dull down.

"Jimin-sii?" The young army girl asks shyly. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry..sorry.. I'm okay.." he bows his head, taking the book she offered him, signing the page presented to him. "What's your name?"

"It's Anki.."

"That's a pretty name.." Jimin's voice cracks halfway through.

"Feel better soon Oppa.. thank you. Uhm.. this is for you.." she presents him a crochet chick. "Me and my older sister made this for you.." she gestures to the older woman behind her who was giving Taehyung a stuffed bear in a tiger hat.

"You made this for me?" Jimin's eyes widen, gently running his hand across the stuffed animal. "Thank you so..heh..heh.." Jimin hides his face behind the plush, holding the sneeze back. "Ah..sorry.. Thank you.."

"It's okay if you need to sneeze.. i don't mind and either will my sister." Anki reassures him, moving on to Hoseok.

"Hello Jimin-sii." Anki's sister greets him. "Thank you for being here.."

"Thank you for waiting for us and for this beautiful gift.." Jimin hugs the chick to his chest. "It's really cute."

"That makes me happy. It took a month to finish all seven of them." She smiles brightly, passing him an old poster.

"Ah..this was..ah..heh..heh..Sorry.." Jimin sniffles forcing the sneeze back down, using a tissue to wipe his nose before signing.

"It's okay. You can't help getting sick. Just take care of yourself for me.." she folds her poster back up, moving to Hoseok, pulling out a stuffer squirrel, J-hope squealing happily at the kind gesture.

I don't remember the line moving this fast before...

Jimin was relieved it was going by quickly, greeting each army with a kind smile despite putting a mask on, engaging in small talk despite the raging headache and constant itch in the tip of his nose, forcing his sinuses to drain into the back of his throat, making him have to constantly clear his throat to get his voice out.

The boy he met in the bathroom approaches him. "I ah..I made this for you.." he offers him a goodie bag. "I..uhm.. I added some cough drops. I'm nearly over my cold.. so I don't need them anymore.."

"Thank you, that's very thoughtful...I'm okay though. Don't worry." Jimin ruffles through the bag, smiling when he pulls out the small collection of stickers having various memes from run bts.

"Please, Jimin-sii, you don't have to hide it.. you will worry us more if you keep hurting yourself.." He reached for Jimin's hand. "It's okay, to not be okay.."

Jimin squeezes the boy's hand. "It seems there's no hiding it, huh? Alright. I'll keep that in mind.."

Jimin stopped trying to hold back his sneezes when it was too painful, sneezing into a tissue. Army tried not to make a big deal about it, only giving him a quick bless you.

The fanmeet came to an end, the boys bidding farewell to army.

"Thank you for coming!" Namjoon gathers his members for one final bow. Jimin felt shaky on his feet, arms around Hoseok and Taehyung to help support him.

"Get well soon Park Jimin, We love you!" Army chant. Jimins eyes overflow with emotions tearing up. "Thank you army.. next time.. I hope to be able to give you my all.."

#bts sickfic #bts #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts jimin #jimin sickie #bts snz #bts sick fic #bts yoongi #bts jung jungkook #kpop snz #kpop sickfic

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 11

Part 1 | Part 10 | Part 12

(Warning: spoilers for Book 4)

Yuu suddenly jolts, gasping as though they were surfacing from a deep underwater dive. Still on their side, their eyes take in familiar faces that look so unusual with their open or slightly hidden relief. Yuu wasn't surprised by emotional people like Kalim, but for people who didn't usually wear their heart on their sleeves--like Leona, who somehow seemed soft despite his nonchalant air--it was. . . weird. "Guys?" they croak, their throat feeling like sandpaper.

They became concerned when some of the faces scrunched up like they would cry. "Henchman, you're awake!" Grim's voice is thick, congested. As he rambles about keeping a better eye on them and taking better care of them, Yuu remembers bits and pieces of what happened before.

Phantom screams that make their throat ache just from the memory of it. A hulking, angry entity hovering over them like both an invisible burden and a stalwart guardian, screaming with them and leaping over their head to attack whoever it wanted. Whoever they set their eyes on.

"Oh, god," they whisper. "I-I tried to kill you."

They cannot stop the tears from leaking, cannot stop their shoulders from shaking as they cry. A warm hand pats their back to comfort them and their teddy bear wipes away the tears. "I'm sorry."

"It was a lot more challenging than the other Overblots, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle," Jack says.

"And we're Night Raven students. It's going to take more than that to take us down," Epel says assuringly.

"Besides, they had me to deal the bigger blows!" Grim boasts.

"Like you're one to talk," Ace scoffs. "We had distract the Overblot monster away from you and the teddy bear because you two rushed in without thinking!"

Maybe it was from hearing familiar bickering, but Yuu let out an airy chuckle. "Hey, what are you laughing for?" Ace complains without much irritation.

Yuu takes a breath to answer, but suddenly coughs. It worsens into hacking, and multiple hands lift and move them so their face is a few inches from the floor. A hand hits their back and a wad of ink splotches onto the ground. There are shudders among the rescue team; others grimace or gag and look away. The ones holding Yuu up tighten their hold, probably to make sure they don't accidentally drop them or to keep themselves grounded, but it kind of hurts. Yuu couldn't tell them, though, not with how difficult it was to get air into their lungs.

Eventually, Yuu began breathing steadily and quietly. If they were tired before, they were exhausted now. They feel themself being laid back down on the floor, their head coming to rest on someone's lap. If this was any other situation, they would have stiffened from the intimacy. They weren't averse to hugging and other physical affection: soft gestures like these were just far and in between in the overall student body, so they weren't used to this so suddenly.

A thumb tries to wipe the ink from their mouth, only to be replaced by a soft fabric. A warm hand rubs their arm and they feel a paw rest on their head. It was all so comforting and warm and Yuu felt as though they could finally fall asleep, knowing they were safe--it made them want to cry again.

"Yuu, try to stay awake. The medics are on their way," Jamil says. During Yuu's coughing fit, Cater realized he had signal and Idia found he could pinpoint where they all were on the map.

"It was terrible," Yuu says hoarsely. They lift their eyes, red and teary, and stare intensely at him. "It was so awful. Nothing could make it go away. I'm sorry you and the others had to go through that."

"Through what?"

"Overblot. It was painful." He doesn't say anything. He can't speak for the other Overblot survivors, but in his experience, the pain only happened in the beginning, briefly. The best way he could liken it to was a pot of milk suddenly boiling over on the stove, the heat increasing tick by tick each year until it reached a disastrous point. It scalded him inside and out during the transformation, but after that, there was only the rushing, addicting feeling of power.

For someone like Yuu, it probably just scalded them even though the residual magic clinging onto their body was used as fuel.

"It's over now, Yuu. There's nothing you need to worry about. The medics are on their way," Kalim says softly.

"It's soon, right?" Grim asks.

"Well, sort of. They're coming as fast as they can since we're in a forest and all, but the Magical Forces are on their way," Cater answers.

"Hey, Yuu! Don't close your eyes," Jamil almost yells. The Ramshackle Prefect only murmurs an apology and that they were so tired. Cater asks the dispatcher with thinly veiled worry what to do if the Overblotter passes out. As he listens, he turns away from Yuu so he doesn't show his mounting panic. The others have started to get restless too, fidgeting or starting to pace.

"Tsk. Silver, help me move them onto my back," Sebek says, which quickly gets everyone's attention.

"What? Wait, Sebek, I don't think it would be a good idea to move them since help is coming." But the green-haired freshman is already marching to where Yuu is lying on Kalim's lap.

"But it might not be soon enough." Sebek has a deep frown and Silver can imagine thunder rumbling around him. He puts a hand on Sebek's shoulder, stopping him. "I'm worried about Yuu, too, but you might get lost in the woods trying to find the mages."

Sebek growls in frustration. "But. . ."

"I can come with him." Ortho moves towards the two. "I'm equipped with sensors that can detect anyone from a distance. I can make sure we go in the right direction."

Silver and Sebek are astounded by this. "But didn't you say you're low on power?" Silver points out.

"I meant, I don't have enough to fly from here to the hospital and back. For this situation, I'm positive I have enough."

"If that is the case, then let's go."

Kalim helps Silver maneuver Yuu's body onto Sebek's back and drapes one of the jackets over them. Malleus, Lilia, and the other First Years approach, wishing the duo luck and to be careful. Idia's tablet hovers next to Ortho. "You got this."

Sebek and Ortho had just stepped outside when Grim and the teddy bear suddenly decided to tag along.

#we are so dang close to the end ya'll #yuu/mc (twisted wonderland) #grim (twisted wonderland) #yuu's sentient teddy bear #jamil viper #sebek zigvolt #silver (twisted wonderland) #ortho shroud #briefly: jack howl #briefly: epel felmier #🧸🖊writing

[wetsnifflesneeze]

Carolina and Alison (Cold) (Sneezefic) (Part 2) (F/F)

Continuing with these 2 cuties because there are simply not enough w/w f/f posts 😡 There's some mild hurt/comfort/trauma here in this part. It's mild.

Carolina woke up and glanced over at her girlfriend. She was so happy to wake up in her bed, as always, especially when she felt like Alison needed her. Which today and last night she definitely did. When Alison woke up with her nose too congested to fall back asleep she was there with tissues, she was there with some honey and soothing lozenges for her throat and of course kisses, lots of kisses. She rubbed Alison's back whenever she coughed softly into her pillow or Carolina's shoulder.

As she looked over at Alison she couldn't help but to notice how pale she looked. She looked beautiful but at the same time she did look sick. Carolina gently placed her palm on her girlfriend's forehead to check for a fever. She could tell straight away, no need for a thermometer. "Oh poor baby" she murmured softly.

"Hey baby, good morning" Carolina said sweetly as she stroked Alison's face and gave her a gentle kiss"

"Hey.." Alison replied weakly after making a little moaning noise. She just looked at Carolina with a pained expression on her face and sniffled.

Carolina looked into her poor girl's eyes, she could see them all glossy and her pupils dilated from the fever she had. "You don't feel good today at all, do you?" She asked sympathetically.

"Cari... I feel so much worse than yesterday" Alison's voice broke and she started to cry.

"Shhhh it's okay baby, c'mere, shhh I know you're scared angel... hey it's okay.."

Carolina was right. Alison was scared. She wasn't crying her eyes out just because of her fever, there was something else. She knew her girlfriend pretty well and she happened to know that Alison had health anxiety. As a child, she had severe pneumonia, due to her parents carelessness more than anything else... which greatly upset Carolina to find out. In her mind Alison is an angel who deserved better and she is going to give her better. Holding her closely as she sobbed into her chest, still scared and traumatized after those weeks in the hospital and the physical and emotional pain of it.

"I'm here sweetheart" Carolina cooed. "Not gonna let anything bad happen to you okay? I'm not your parents, you know that."

Alison cried until she ran out of breath and started to cough. Carolina gently rubbed her back and kissed her head. Carolina gently rocked her as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "You're okay honey, I just need you to take some medicine for this fever you have and you'll feel so much better."

"Okay *SNNNFF* ugh I'mb sorry, I got your t-shirt all wet"

"Baby don't apologize for crying, ever okay"

" 'kay *SNFFF* Cari? ...HhuhTSSSCHIEEW"

"Bless you. Yes, my love?"

"Could you pass me sombe tissues?"

"Oh of course, sorry I should've thought of that."

"It's okay *SNF* I just... I feel so weak I don't wanna move, I don't even know if I could"

"You don't have to move at all my love, that's why I'm here. Thank you for telling me what you need." Caroline gave her a kiss. "Here, let me.." She gently wiped Alison's tear streaked face and then held some tissues to her nose "Now, blow your nose. That's it, good girl. Okay, now it's time for medicine." Carolina passed her a couple pills and then also held a spoon of liquid to her mouth.

Alison suddenly shivered. "Aww poor thing, you're shaking" Carolina wrapped her arms around her once again and held her close. "Here I'll get you warmed up" she kissed Alison's warm forehead.

"HEIIISSSSHHIEW ugh sorry *Snffl*" Alison raised a hand to cover her mouth slightly as she sneezed into Carolina's chest.

"Bless you, Ali. Don't apologize sweetie. You can sneeze on me all day, I don't mind."

"I could get you sick though"

"I don't care about that" to prove her point she placed her hand under Alison's chin to gently tilt her head up for a soft kiss on the lips. After a few seconds Alison sniffled and broke away before sneezing into the other girls shoulder "ATiiiisSHHIEW"

"Bless you, I'm so sorry you feel like shit but I think you're adorable."

"Okay, you must really love me" Alison chuckled.

"Oh, I do. Like you have no idea." Carolina said as she wiped a little bit of snot trailing from Alison's nose. "I know you're probably exhausted since you didn't sleep very well last night so come lay down on me and fall back asleep"

"Yeah, okay, *snf* that sounds ndice HETsSSHIIIEEW" this time she sneezed uncovered into her girlfriends chest.

"HeEiiSSHIIEW ATiIISHHIEW EEIIIISHHIIEW guh”

"Oh bless you, my sneezy baby"

"Sombtimes I sneeze a lot when I'mb sick..kinda embarrassing *SNNFF*"

"Well I think your sneezes are cute so lucky me"

Alison smiled and cuddled closer to Carolina "you make me feel so loved, thanks for taking care of me"

"hhhKTSSSSTHIEW"

"Bless you, gorgeous." Carolina held her and played with her hair until she fell back asleep.

~Thanks for reading

~ I love these 2 so much 🥰🥺

#snzfic #snzfucker #snz #sneeze kink #whump fic #caretaking #sneezefic

[kunikinnie]

a/n: eyyo i'm finally back! still recovering from covid but i'm well enough to write again yay also my brain the entire time was like... sickfic! write a fookin sickfic! but exes so yeah am i really fine already?? lol i'm still delusional

care package

A loud knock disrupted your shallow slumber. Knowing fully well who stood behind your door, you sluggishly made your way to it in order to conserve your remaining energy.

"Here to deliver your daily care package!"

Dazai carried two large paper bags on either hand. As you stepped aside, he quickly entered your apartment and placed them on the table.

"I'm glad you can at least walk around. Everyone's worried that you're actually bedridden or something."

"I told you already. You're all overreacting-" You were interrupted by a coughing fit, and before you could say anything Dazai grabbed a glass of water from your kitchen.

You took a few gulps and expelled some of the phlegm on tissues at hand. "Thanks. Sorry that was a bit embarrassing."

"It's nothing to be embarrased about." Your companion's eyes were dripping with concern. It wasn't rare for him to be serious like this yet it still threw you off when he was. "Just call any of us if you ever need anything. Seriously. Everyone's so worried about you especially-"

He caught himself before the name slipped, and fortunately the mild curiosity in your eyes was far less than what he had anticipated.

"Anyway... how are your tastebuds?"

"Thankfully, they're working fine. Well, at least for now."

"That's perfect! We got you some delicious food right here-"

The plastic containers were yet to be opened but you could already smell the flavors seeping out. The moment the lids popped off your mouth began to water.

"Thank you for the meal!"

Your big appetite surprised the two of you. The first few spoonfuls were quick - only now did you realize how little you ate in the past few hours - and they instantly warmed your aching body. As you finally slowed down, your tongue finally discerened the comforting, almost familiar flavors.

"...where did you get this?"

"Oh, you know. Probably the new restaurant down the street? Not really sure since they're the ones who packed it and I'm just the one who brought it."

You simply nodded in reply - not a single word escaped your lips. Dazai could tell your eyes were watery, but he wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the food or if your nasal congestion was just getting to you.

Nevertheless, he was glad to see you somehow comforted.

---

Another long day yields another long sigh. The moment Kunikida's body hit the bed the exhaustion immediately made itself known. Fortunately, only checking his phone for any unread messages was the only thing left to accomplish.

"I hope there's nothing to-"

He immediately sat up the moment he saw your name in the notifications.

Thank you for the food :) Delicious as always

His heart almost stopped. It was such a strange mix of joy and trepidation to have received a message like that from you - something he'd been hoping for yet something he'd dreaded at the same time.

Did Dazai tell you?

He'd specifically told him not to tell you since he was afraid of what you'd say.

I don't need him to tell me about someone's cooking I've eaten dozens of times yk

He smiled softly at that. His cooking skills are one of the things Kunikida was proud of and something he was more than happy to use for you frequently. Helping you every now and then wasn't entirely out of the question, even now after he'd left those days behind him long ago.

...but who was he kidding? Those days are far from left behind. In fact, if it were appropriate Kunikida himself would have visited you today instead of Dazai.

The typing and erasing of his reply to you reflected the inner turmoil in his mind and heart. It's been clear for some time to him that he had still loved you deeply and wanted to get back together with you, but it's been difficult taking that first step.

Get lots of rest. Hope to see you back in the office soon.

He wanted to slap himself for sounding much colder than he intended. It felt like his wee little step forward had been reset by a whole leap backwards. What the heck was he going to do after thi-

Can I repay you sometime when I get better?

Sometimes he feels like an idiot for letting himself get his hopes up so easily like this. But maybe this time, something could be gained from a little dreaming and moment of boldness.

#i feel like this is stupid and self-indulgent but whatever here we aree #bsd #kunikida doppo #kunikida x reader #kunikida x you #kunikida x y/n

[obsessedwithkpopfics]

that soonhoon fic was amazing!! do you think you could do a snz fic for hao and have jun as his caretaker? then maybe jun catches hao's sickness towards the end and they're both sick?? I really love your writing btw its soooooo good!!!!

Thanks for requesting! Sorry it took so long!

Jun p.o.v

I was sitting in my room on my phone. Gladly enjoying my day off, when my door was pushed open. "Jun?" I looked up and saw Hao standing in the doorway. "Hey Hao, what's up?" I spoke in Chinese. He avoided my eyes and shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly. "I don't feel good." He admitted softly. I immediately put down my phone in concern. "How do you feel? Is it bad?" I asked. He shook his head. "It isn't that bad, my head hurts and I feel congested, that's all." I mentally noted that Minghao downplayed his symptoms a lot so he must be feeling worse than he was saying. "You can come in if you want." I said and he nodded and sat down next to me. I put my arm around him. We sat in comfortable silence until I felt him turn away from me. "HhTkSchu!' HhTskChu!- Sorry." 

"Bless you. Don't apologize." I placed my hand on his forehead, "You feel a bit warm." 

"Oh." Was all he said, I had a feeling he was still trying to convince himself he wasn't sick and didn't like that he had a fever. "Can you just wait right here? I'm going to get you some medicine."

"No, I'm okay," he said softly. "I wasn't asking if you wanted medicine. I was asking if you'll be okay alone." He shrugged. "Do you want me to text one of-"

"HKTchshu!- eKtcHu!- HSkTchu!"

"Bless you. I can text one of the members and have them bring it up if you don't want to be alone." 

"No, it's okay." I shook my head. Minghao was always like this. He didn't take his feelings into account if he thought it would hurt others. This often led to him putting others before him. "I'll text one of the members to get medicine." He nodded. In a few minutes, Soonyoung came to our room. "You said you needed medicine. Who's sick?" He asked and I silently gestured towards Minghao. Soonyoung nodded knowingly. He left the room after that and I turned to Minghao. "Let's take your temperature first. And then I'll give you medicine." Minghao nodded tiredly. I put the thermometer to his forehead. "100°F. That's bad." I said. Minghao shook his head. "It's not that bad. I'll be fine with some medicine." I was about to reply but he turned away from me. "Hh…KTschShu!- HhTskChu!- HhTSchuu!-" 

"Bless you." I said softly. "Minghao. You have a fever and you're gonna rest whether you like it or not." I said. Minghao groaned but nodded. This was a clear cator indication that the fever was beginning to tire him out. I handed him his medicine. "Here, take these. And you're gonna rest after this okay." He nodded again. I smiled at him. "Tired, Haohao?" I asked sweetly and he looked at me with droopy eyes. "Yes. Very." He said and I chuckled. He snuggled close to my side, and as he fell asleep he looked up at me, "Don't tell the others I cuddled with you." I laughed, "I won't." I promised. 

While he slept, I played on my phone. Not wanting to move because I didn't want to wake him up.  

Sadly my plan didn't work long because his own body betrayed him. About 15 minutes after he fell asleep he was thrown into a rough and painful sounding coughing fit that made me cringe. I rubbed his back as he tried to recover from the fit. "You okay?" I asked tentatively after he stopped coughing. He swallowed harshly and sniffled, "Yeah… do you have any tissues?" I nodded and reached over to grab the box from.my bedside table. He thanked me before taking a handful and blowing his nose. He lowered the tissues from his face but quickly brought them back when his breath hitched. "Etchu!- hh- hetCHu!- hetcHhu!-"

"Bless you." I patted his shoulder. "Thanks." He coughed a bit after he blew his nose again. "Do you need to take something?" I asked him, trying to hide my concern. "I'm fine." He said as he coughed. "Uh, no. We're not doing this today." I said, rolling my eyes, I took my phone out and texted Jeonghan asking him to bring more medicine. The whole time Hao was protesting. "Junnie, I'm really f-hhkTchu- EhhTchu- snf- fine." 

"Bless you."-" I was cut off by another sneeze from Hao. "C'mon. You can't insist you're fine while you're sneezing like five times while you say that. Plus, Jeonghan hyung and his medicine could help you feel better." I said calmly. Hao glared at me but didn't say anything. Knowing I won, I just patiently waited for Jeonghan. After a while, I heard a knock on the door. "Junnie? Hao? I'm here now." Said Jeonghan's voice and I stood up to let him in. He was carrying about three different grocery bags filled with groceries. "What's all this Jeonghan hyung?" Hao asked. Jeonghan put down the stuff. "I was out grocery shopping but then I got Junnie's text so I just decided to directly drop by here. How're you feeling?"

"I'm fine! Jun just doesn't believe me" He said, sniffling after, "Don't you have a fever though? Soonyoung said so." 

"No." Hao said, Jeonghan looked at me, "He does." 

"Hao, I think that it's a good idea to rest, especially because you have a fever" Jeonghan reached into the bag and pulled the medicine out. Hao shook his head. "I don't have a fever, Jeonghan hyung." I rolled my eyes. "Let's just check your temperature again. That should settle if you have a temperature or not." Said Jeonghan. He checked Hao's temperature. "101°." "See! You still have a fever." Said Jun, exasperated. Hao looked defeated. "Fine. I do have a fever." Jeonghan nodded encouragingly. "Will you be willing to rest now?" He asked, sounding almost like a kindergarten teacher talking to a toddler. Hao nodded, though reluctantly. "Okay, good." I said. Hao pouted like a little kid, it was strangely adorable. He scrunched his nose up, "You alright Hao?" I asked, taking in his annoyed expression. "My nose is itchy!" He said with a whine. "I'm sorry, try blowing it. Maybe that could help." He nodded and took a tissue and blew his nose harshly. He groaned softly. "Itchy." Jeonghan looked at Jun and the latter nodded. Jun then pulled out a feather from Jeonghan's grocery bag. "I knew that this would happen so I asked Jeonghan hyung to pick up a feather on his way here. Let's get rid of your itchy nose, shall we? Said Jun and Hao nodded desperately. Jun brought the feather up to Hao's nose and gently started tickling it. Hao's breath hitched immediately and he turned away from Jun. "Hh..ItksSch!- HhkschShu!- HhktChHuh!- HhktChHuh!-" "Bless-"

"Hh..HktSchuH!- HhttTchuH!- HktSchuH!-" "Bless you! Feel better now?" Jun asked, and Hao nodded. "Let's get you to bed now." Said Jeonghan and both Jun and Hao nodded. Once Hao was cuddled in bed with Jun, he turned to the older. "Thank you. For everything." Jun smiled. "Anything for you, HaoHao."

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#kpop #snz #kpop sickfic #kpop snz #seventeen #xu minghao #wen junhui #jun svt #minghao seventeen